Date: Tue, 6 Mar 2012 11:39:59 +0100 From: El Greco Subject: Fr. Peter's Angels 11 This story contains scenes of sexual of fictional fantasy activity between minors and adults if this offends you you should not read any further.It also contains reference to religion and sex, again if this offends you do not read further. The story is pure fantasy and the author does not advocate or indorse what transpires. None of the characters are drawn from life and any resemblance to any person living or dead is completely coincidental. If you like the story tell me what you think at elgrecospain@hotmail.com if this is published it will take my literary virginity. I have tried to incorporate reader's comments and desires... you are a pervy lot. Thank you all for the nice comments. I had intended to finish this series and move on to another story with Part 8 but the demand for more and suggestions you have made have given me thoughts to go on further. Your encouragement is an inspiration. Fr. Peter's Angels Chapter 11 As Nicholas led Steve off to the Chapel of the Holy Child, Adam knew what to do. He hurried back to the pew where Brian and Timmy were. With so many pervs at work the boys could be captured by someone if left alone. As he went he passed all sorts of couplings, triplings and more. The Church was awash with man-boy sex. In the huge elevated pulpit which was no longer used for sermons, Fr. Declan had a boy bent over the side and penetrating him in long, slow strokes. His impressive cock buried in the boys small white ass. He looked liked he was emptied a load in the penetrated boy. The priest had a look of ecstatic joy that would have been worthy of any saintly visionary. Fr. Declan still wore his cassock opened all the way down. Declan was naked underneath. The cassock glistened with the trail of the other loads shot by Declan and other men during the course of the night. There were sons and fathers under the spiritual guidance of the priests present, sucking and being initiated in the joy of full penetration of a boy. It was rule that all virgin boys must be broken by clerical cock first. Adam and the other religious tended to use the word 'penetration' when talking of fucking boy cunt, because it seemed more correct to speak of penetrating an ultra-tight boy's hole. You could simply fuck a woman or an adult male but that did not seem right for a boy. All of the priests salivated for and loved fresh meat. Though with the level to which the fathers in this parish had been encouraged to initiate their sons and bring them to the clergy it was proving harder and harder to find. Fr. Nicolas and Paul could always be relied on. As Adam reached them Timmy and Brian were pleasuring each other while they watched, on the big screens above the high altar, Fr. Peter being pleasured by a host of boys. One on each of his huge nipples. Another being held by two men legs akimbo across his face, while the priest gorged on his boy pucker. Two more licking and sucking his humungous genitals, while one of Adam's fellow seminarians was fucking the black priest's ass with what looked like a religious artifact, a columnar statute of some saint. Adam could not make out who. 'How would you boys like to have some fun with Uncles Nicholas and Steve?' The boys nodded in unison and giggled. God they were gorgeous Adam thought. Angels was such an apt name for them.He would love them just for himself. His cock was hard. Timmy licked his lips as he looked at it. Adam looked around. Everyone was lost is a sea of carnal pleasure. He rubbed his dick head on Timmy's lovely full rose bud lips. He wanted to take the boys head and face fuck him mercilessly but that would be breaking the code of co-operation and honour that the men, both ordained and not, worked under. The code meant that all the men helped each other in seduction, corruption and confirmation. Once a boy was selected by another man or men, another perv did not interfere or steal the boy's affection or desires. The boy was the property of the man or men who selected him until the man or men had slaked their lusts on the boy. That done the boys became fair game once more. Reluctantly Adam withdrew his throbbing member from the tender kissing and licking Timmy was administering to his cock head. Adam always marveled as his ability to recover again and again during these nights of sex in the church. Nothing turned him on more. Not even the multi-load weekends he would spend at the seminary when he would like naked in his room on his bed when the priests and other seminarians would use him as a cum dump. He would lose count of the loads deposited in his hole. It was during one of those weekend sessions that Fr. Paul had recruited him. Firstly Fr. Paul invited him to the presbytery, where the priests of the parish lived, to watch some DVDs. He started with some fairly vanilla stuff of intergenerational sex between mature men and some young guys. When he saw that Adam responded to that he moved on to show him some more hardcore stuff with the younger getting younger and younger. Fr. Paul encouraged Adam to wank as he watched. Finally the door to the room they were in opened and a young altar boy came in. Adman went to stuff his cock away but Fr. Paul stopped him. 'Watch this' he said and Fr. Paul presented his magnificent sacred staff of life to the boy. The boy knelt joined his hands blessed himself and went to work on the priest's hard tool. He and Fr. Paul had fully used the boy that night. As Adam said his prayers each day he thanked God for Fr. Paul opening an avenue of lust and desire in which he could fully revel and lose himself. After that Adam was allowed to joined the priest boy sessions that regularly took place in the presbytery. 'Ok boys come with me.' Adam said to Brian and Timmy and obediently they followed the naked seminarian who prided himself on having the best bubble butt in the seminary. As Adam passed through the nave of the church he was spotted by Fr. Paul, who came over to him. 'I am just delivering this pair to Steve and Nicholas, they are waiting in the chapel of the Holy Child.' 'But there will be no ordained man present.' Fr. Paul said. 'I am sure you can rectify that.' Adam said with a wink. 'But give time some time to get settled.' 'Give Nicholas these.' Fr. Paul pressed a small leather pouch into Adam's palm. 'I will do as you suggest give them a short time and then join them.' 'Do you want that as a surprise or will I tell them.' 'Nicholas knows the rules. Steve would not.' 'Nicholas also knows.' Adam smiled. 'That infraction of the rules brings immediate excommunication and he would not want that. There is no appeal and he would lose the sacred communion of these nights. Nicholas is the perviest of us all. His mission is to confirm Steve, which is a holy and noble one.' 'You speak the truth Adam, you are a true disciple of our brotherhood of the flesh. But a confirmation made in contravention of the holy rite would be no confirmation at all.' The priest and seminarian were getting turned on by the importance of the ritual and adherence to the rites by which all the perverted priests operated. Fr. Paul loved to pray his obscene prayers as he had sex and Adam was with him on that. They could not resist a passionate kiss and they stroke each other's cocks. 'I love your perversion Adam. Praise be to the Lord.' 'I am your creation Fr. Your apostle.' Adam answered kissing his corrupter once more. 'Now go.' Fr. Paul commanded. Steven and Nicholas has long since reached and entered the chapel of the Holy Child. Nicholas had unlocked the huge mahogany double doors that led to chapel.Nicholas could sense Steve's nervousness. 'Be not afraid.' Nicholas said to him. Leading Steve by his trembling hand in to the candle lit chapel.'Put yourself in the hands of sexual spirit. I will guide you.' 'I never realised when I came here tonight that I would become involved in this. As I told you I don't judge but I had never even found a man attractive before tonight not to mention boys. I have a feeling it's not...' Before Steve continue he stopped and gazed at a magnificently painted mural that dominated the end wall of the chapel. The altar in this chapel was a round marble table at its centre. The chapel had been painted to give effect of being circular but that was an optical illusion. 'It is exquisite isn't it?' Nicholas said gesturing at the mural. 'My God it is.' Steve whispered. Nicholas moved closer to him so that his body touched Steve's. Steve still trembled. Nichola embraced him to relax him. The mural was hyper-real. It was as if the figures in it were in the chapel with Nicholas and Steve. 'It was painted by Fr. Paul.' 'Wow as well as everything else he is a talented artist.' The mural depicted the scene when the Holy Child was lost in the temple in Jerusalem but was later found by his parents in discourse with the elders and scholars of the temple. The Holy child was depicted as an exquisitely beautiful boy, painted younger than in the traditional story. Though clothed, his boy body could be seen through the garments. If one looked closely even his cocklet was cleverly revealed but to the casual gaze the boy was modestly covered. He was surrounded by men but instead of the being all elderly men they were men of all ages, from late teens to maybe 80. All of them gazed in wonder at the boy in their midst but the look was subtly drawn one of wondrous lust. If one looked closely the men had hard-ons under their biblical robes but to the unknowing that would not have been obvious. They looked as if any minute they would fall on and devour the boy child. Details in the mural such as tower on building were all phallic and a fountain that gushed nearby did not seem to have water spouting from it, it has the sheen and viscosity of semen. 'Only a very few are allowed to come into this chapel' Nicholas said.'It is a rare privilege.' There was a gentle knock on the door. Nicholas went and listened. 'It is me ... Adam.' Nicholas heard from the other side. Opening the door, Nicholas admitted the two boys but not Adam. Just as he was a about to close the door. 'Wait!' Adam said 'Fr. Paul gave me this for you.' He handed over the small leather pouch. 'Thank you.' Nicholas said. Nicholas knew the rules Fr. Paul or one of the other priests would be joining them. He decided not to tell Steve in case it would spook him. Steve looked at the two boys, he swallowed hard. They were beautiful. He could not help the warm feeling flooding his crotch. Nicholas closed the door and locked it. Fr. Paul had a key so he would be able to admit himself whenever he chose. Nicholas reckoned he would not leave it too long. 'What is that?' Steve gestured at the leather pouch. Nicholas undid the press stud that held the pouch closed and emptied the contents into his hand. 'Beads.' He said. 'A rosary.' 'Oh.' Said Steve mystified. He was still bamboozled by the mix of religious ritual and sex and nothing that happened in this place of God would surprise him. It did not not even surprise him that Brian was already sucking on Nicholas's hard dick and Timmy was giving Steve a great hand job. Timmy and Brian were in their sheer white briefs and white knee socks. Somewhere along the way they had lost their shoes. 'The altar is a perfect height.' Nicholas said but can be adjusted. 'What do you mean?' 'It perfect for laying a boy on and you can then adjust the height for perfect and complete penetration. It ensures you can get in right up to the hilt' 'Another Fr. Paul invention no doubt.' Steve was beginning to get the drift. The priests and their acolytes designed everything with their perverse pleasures in mind. Nicholas nodded as he lifted Brian onto the altar. The boy lay obediently. Nicholas went to a tabernacle and retrieved a glass vessel that looked like it would contain holy oil. It emptied some of its contents on to Steve's hand. 'Lube him' Nicholas instructed. Timmy was now sucking Steve and his lust was rising. He smeared the lubricating gel on Brian's tiny anus. 'Finger him.' Nicholas said, make him wet inside. Steve obliged. In his head he was still conflicted but he was so turned on. What would his girlfriend think? He banished all though of her. Nicholas lay the rosary on the altar. The beads on it were slightly bigger than the normal size. Steve was now rhythmically fingering the boy. Nicholas was playing with Steve's very sensitive nipples. Timmy was now rimming him. Floods of sexual pleasure were engulfing him. 'Now put these in the boy.' Nicholas proffered the rosary. 'You cannot be serious.' Steve was incredulous. 'I would not joke about such sacred things. If you have lubed the boy well they will slip inside him and he will love it.' 'Come on Steve. Do it.' Steve felt powerless to resist. Because the beads were circuitous he had to insert two at a time but miraculously they were swallowed by the Brian's hungry anus. As each bead disappered the men prayed and obsene version of the ritual prayer. Praying the sexual mysteries. The boy groaned with pleasure as he was filled with beads. As only the cross on the end of the rosary remained outside the boy's pucker, the door to the chapel opened and Fr. Paul walked in. He could see what Nicholas had encouraged Steve to do, another of his true disciples was at work. To be continued...