Date: Sun, 14 May 2017 09:55:12 -0400
From: Orson Cadell <orson.cadell@gmail.com>
Subject: in-gods-love-3

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In God's Love 3: Lamentations

*****

Daddy,

I knew you would be upset but somehow I was hoping that you'd have mercy
and forgive me. Why haven't I heard back from you even a strong rebuke? Not
knowing where I stand is horrible:( Mom has I noticed how depressed I am
but I just told her I'm stressed about my upcoming AP exams.

Sorry beyond sorry, Bradley

*****

Bradley,

This is a long message. It answers three of your letters and there is a
reason I have not responded sooner.

It was terribly wrong for me not to have written, but I have been in an
absolute turmoil of mind, heart and spirit at the two, now three,
messages. I was awash in grief, sadness, shame, madness. I've never felt
such chaos-of-mind. And for the first time since I was younger than you, my
prayers left me only a little less confused and anxious.  Some of the
things are easy, and are words I wrote quickly, shelving the critical ones.

1> I *am* upset, but I am also enraged and disappointed that you think for
one instant I would NOT have mercy and grant forgiveness for whatever you
do. I will not say this again: I will ALWAYS forgive you son. I will ALWAYS
give you mercy and love and guidance. If you again suggest, EVEN ONCE, that
you doubt my willingness to forgive and love you, I guarantee you will feel
my love so thouroughly that you will not sit for a week, and I'll renew the
lesson every fucking day of that week until your blisters have blisters and
it will not-not-NOT be a sexy experience. DO YOU HEAR ME?

2> You *know* that I do not approve of pornography! That is how this
conversation started. I most certainly will NOT be going to a pit of
depravity like Pornhub or XTube or YouPorn or any other such! Do not ever
suggest such a thing again, and I'm horrified that you know of such sites.

3> Yes, you read correctly that I did not know such anal sex was really
possible. I thought it a sort of urban myth, too ridiculous and
insanely-painful to imagine, but excellent for hyperbole and exaggeration.

4> You said you "swear on the Bible" that I'll like anal sex? You will --
RIGHT NOW -- write 200 times in ink, in cursive, legible and neat. "I will
never again swear on a Bible as long as I live." I raised you better than
that! For SHAME, Bradley!

Now for the hard stuff, in no particular order:

I understand why you called Deacon Kelly in a moment of weakness, pain and
confusion. That he agreed is a matter that I WILL take up with him apart
from our conversation. I know you think that you are irresistible and
persuasive and somehow forcing him. HOGWASH! He has been drooling like a
beast to get the chance, trusting that you would never admit the
transgression to me. I am not upset with you, son, but I am disappointed in
you. I am, however, utterly enraged to learn Deacon Kelly did ANYTHING
to/with/for/about you. It will not happen again. Brad, you will not
initiate such an event ever again, but even if you beg and blackmail him,
*HE* will never, ever say yes.

Sex MUST be an act of love, Brad. You describe your three hours with that
monster as 'revenge sex'. There is no scriptural basis for what I am about
to say: To be holy, sex must be pleasure *given*, not pleasure
*taken*. Anything else, any sex that takes (sex in anger, revenge,
punishment, retribution, hatred) is nothing less than rape, either of the
self or another. Please, my precious son, do not destroy the holiness and
purity of your youth with revenge, on me or any other. If your rage or
betrayal needs an outlet, use anything other than sex to let it out. There
is a point, Brad, from which you can never come back.

Reverend Cadell, your grandfather: Yes, we were intimate as he initiated me
into the mysteries of manhood. I will give you much more detail on my own
lessons at a later date. For now, suffice it to say that your grandfather
is both a better teacher and (I blush) a better lover than I am. I will,
God forgive me for the sin of pride, make one note. Yes, my own Daddy is
hairier than I, and *looks* much bigger. Grandpa, son, grandpa is what they
call a 'shower' and I am a 'grower'. I'm bigger when hard in length and
even in girth. That does not diminish the power of his voice, body and
spirit in the act of love; in those, he is beyond compare.

You think of being "squished between [our] two naked bodies." I had never
thought of such a thing. I know that Daddy is still very sexual, but cannot
imagine what he would make of such a request. If you mention it to him (or
*anyone*) before I broach the subject, I will find a suitable and
utterly-unsexy punishment.

Why did we stop? The answer is simple and boring. I met the woman who might
have been your mother and Daddy's lessons moved from theoretical to
practical. By the time I broke with her (she was playing the blushing
virgin with the Preacher's Son (me) while getting on her knees for a
half-dozen jocks), Daddy had other responsibilities and, shortly
thereafter, I met your actual mother.

I need to address the Green-Eyed Monster, jealousy. Regardless of who the
child was in my confession, the fact that you are/were jealous is both
stupid and understandable. You see, I love you, Brad, with every fiber of
my being. That I gave that nameless boy a gift to ease his suffering is
water long under the bridge, and something for which I will never
apologize. If another young man needs that tomorrow, I will give it as
well. It is love-as-from-God, not love-for-another. But YOU, Brad, YOU, my
precious and wondrous child, will always be first in my thoughts, my
prayers and, if you let me, my love.

The taunt that child, Paul, delivered is nothing short of baiting. It does
not matter if he lied or told the truth; whether the bait is fresh or
rotten, it is still BAIT. One of the lessons I will work on when I rejoin
you is simple: If you have me (or your wife) you CANNOT be baited. You have
better than whatever attraction the bait dangles; it is waiting for you, at
home and in the cradle of your/my/his/her love, son.

So, to close this epic letter: You WILL stop with the porn; you WILL stop
with the swearing; you WILL stop with the jealousy; you WILL stop with the
idea I might not forgive you. Deacon Kelly will no longer be a problem; I
will be home soon; you will teach me about anal sex; I will talk to
Reverend Cadell about options.  YOU WILL IMMEDIATELY RESPOND and affirm
each of those things, and take the actions described above as well.

I am afraid that the boxers I 'borrowed' are getting, well, stiffer than a
wood board, and these compression shorts absolutely reek. You'll love both,
and I get hard again every time I think of you.

Your Loving and Very, Very Excited Daddy

*****

Pastor Orson,

Out of respect, I of course will agree to everything you asked for. But
when I'm feeling more confident and like myself again I would humbly like
to have a discussion with you on some of these points.

I miss you

Concerned,

Brad

*****

Dearest Son,

After I sent my message a few hours ago, I tossed and turned, unable to
sleep and I know why. I realize what an unfair predicament I left you
in. Pornography is a dangerous trap, my child, but there is a reason it
exists and has such potency. There is a reason that you sought out that
monster as well, and both fall up on me. I have made you swear off both,
and I believe you will try your best.

It is Saturday -- well, at this point it might be Sunday there but no
matter. A few hours from now, you will hear an announcement at Morning
Worship that will make this, perhaps, even harder to bear. Deacon Kelly has
decided for health reasons that he needs to take a job he was recently
offered in Oregon. Those health reasons are simple. He now fully,
thoroughly, explicitly understands exactly how he will arrive at Satan's
doorstep at my hand after very long, very satisfying (for me) session of
retribution that will make He of the Cloven Hooves seem welcome if ever,
ONCE, he again sets foot in the Central Time Zone or attempts to contact
you or any other person in my congregation again unto eternity. Let me
assure you that your imagination is no match for what I have in store for
that creature if we meet again in person.

I have taken away your physical outlet (Deacon Kelly) and prohibited your
imaginary one (Porn) and left you nothing to replace them. That is a
monstrous thing for me to have done. I will be home two weeks from
yesterday (Friday). My first order of business after the services that
weekend is Father and Son Testament (FaST), a week of dedicated prayer and
service to strengthen the bonds of Christian families. Yesterday, I
announced to the staff that we, you and I, have been working on this idea
for a new mission for some months in secret and are now ready to pilot the
program. We will, in fact, begin such a mission, but I think that some of
our personal prayer and service work during the Pilot might differ from the
final product.

In the meantime, though, I have left you no outlet for you
(apparently-raging) needs. I will solve that in three ways. First, I will
give you visualizations each day to help you cope with the loss of
pornography. Second, I will give you assignments to focus your mind on
*our* bond and begin to erase that creature for your memory. Third, I will
arrange an outlet you can use if the solitude proves too painful.

For Today's Visualization:

Imagine yourself the day you approached that monster for gratification. You
have come home and confessed to me what you did and I suggest we pray on
it. I kneel you down and we pray for guidance. I ask you why Deacon
Kelly. You cry, I'm sure, but you confess your desire for me. I tell you to
pray harder, to close your eyes and pray with all your might.

I kneel behind you. You can feel the heat of my body on your back though I
am not touching you. Feel the presence and I murmur along with your prayer,
my voice in your ear and breath on your neck. You pray, distracted but
fervent. You feel my large hands move forward to your shoulders, your
sides, your hips. Feel them reach under your shirt, around your body,
stroking your tummy. Feel the goosebumps rise as I stroke feather-soft. I
purr, "Keep praying, Brad; clasp your hinds tight in prayer, my son." My
voice is husky and deep.

My hands begin to stroke higher, titillating your sides, teasing the fine
hair of your torso and you giggle as I hit a ticklish spot but I purr into
your other ear to keep praying. You redouble your fervor but gasp when my
callused hands reach your tiny nipples and begin to stroke and circle
them. You try desperately to focus on the prayer, not the rippling,
electric sensations my fingers tease from you. This is the touch you have
prayed and yearned for, the tender-rough touch of your father as you
pray. You begin to moan as you pray, then groan when my hands leave your
erect and sensitive nips.

You suck in a shuddering breath as my hands work lower, lower, lower. You
cry out softly as they slip beneath the waistband of your PJs and my tongue
finds your earlobe as I whisper about your perfection, your purity, your
spirit. The rightness and fairness of your need and my promise to teach you
all you need to know to become a man. Feel my warm breath in your ear as my
lips caress the lobe.

My hands now are under your pants and they come to find the throbbing
erection through the cloth of your undies. One moves further and begins to
roll your balls around through the cloth and the sac that holds them so, so
tight. Both hands stroke and caress and knead you as you pray and thank God
for answering those very prayers. You are close, so achingly close when I
pull my hands back up your trembling sides, across the gooseflesh and up to
your pulsing nipples.

I'm rougher this time, lightly pinching, scraping, tugging them. Your head
is thrown back onto my shoulder by you never cease your prayers, your hands
still clasped in front of you. My tongue is now probing behind and around
your ear, driving you quietly wild. When your tits can take no more my
hands are suddenly inside your undies, one teasing your balls and taint,
the other stroking your desperate cock. Suddenly, my finger grazes across
your virgin rosebud as the other hand frigs one more powerful stroke from
tip to base and you cry out in God's praise as you erupt into my hands,
clenching, moaning, screaming with release.

I pull out my cum-drenched hands and bring one you my own mouth and the
other to yours as you pant and cry with the powerful orgasm. We each suckle
your spilled sacrament from my hands, greedily consuming the evidence of
your personal Rapture. When my hands are clean of all but our spittle, I
reach down, lift you into bed, tuck you in and kiss your forehead,
promising that the next night will begin my tutelage of my newly-minted man
of a son.

For Today's Assignment:

In the wardrobe behind my office desk, find the compartment to the far
right. That is where I keep my running clothes. If you rummage in the
bottom, you will find an old, somewhat tattered pair of jean-shorts I use
when doing maintenance chores. I can't imagine they've been washed in
forever. Beneath the stains of paint and grease, you are certain to find at
least some of my scent. Your assignment is to breathe in the scent of that
musky old pair of pants whenever you beat off in my office, thinking of me.

I want you to do that, beat off in my office, three times or more each
day. You are to be sitting or kneeling on the floor next to my chair,
imagining me there watching you masturbate yourself to orgasm. I am smiling
encouragement. That is a position, son, that you will become very used
to. Kneeling next to that chair, with me in it, either masturbating as I
instruct or taking specific liberties with my body for, and I promise this
my son, years to come.

If Solitude is too much to Bear:

Call Mr. Severn. You will recall him, he is a welder, a huge bear of a man
and incredibly quiet and calm, and a member of the congregation. In fact, I
think you go to school with one his daughters. Explain to him that I asked
you to call him in an emergency (and it had BETTER be an emergency, not a
common occurrence) and that I said you would, for an afternoon, stand in
for the son he prayed with me about. DO NOT ask him (or me) more than
that. He will not give you everything you need, but he will try to keep you
on the True Path until I return. DO NOT abuse this privilege. He will
message me after each session and I will know precisely how often you take
advantage of his (and your) weakness in the next two weeks.

I am coming for you, son, and we WILL make this right in your eyes and
those of the Lord.

Love, -Daddy.

*****

Daddy,

A good nights sleep really cleared my head (but not my ball sack lol). I
was really discouraged yesterday and wondered if we made a mistake. It was
and is still so confusing. Regardless I love everything you just shared and
it gave me great hope concerning our relationship moving forward in an
intense enough way that will help us both. First and foremost I LOVE you
with all of my heart and want to be fathered and "pastored" by you but not
in the traditional way.

1. I have to once again be very frank with you. My initial reaction to
reading about Deacon Kelly sudden move was panic and then deep depression
and desperation. I know you don't understand and blame yourself, but
regardless we have been "together" many times a week for almost three years
and now, just that quick, it's completely over. It did meet a powerful and
very real need for both of us. Pray for me Dad because I can't see the
intensity and nastiness of our sex at church together as sin. The biggest
problem for me was that I really wanted to be doing all of those incredibly
nasty fucking things with you, Padre!

I will miss DK in a certain way. It was comforting to know I had someone
safe and strong I could call and his arms would be around me and his huge
cock inside me within the hour.  It helped me though the enormous pressure
of trying to be the perfect son who was expected to excel at everything.
But its done and there is no longer a "back door" to sneak out of (or in to
lol:)) if things don't go as planned with us and there is no Plan B. I am
yours. You will make me or break me, I fear.

2. Swearing: I'd like to respectfully challenge you on this one. Dad, don't
be religious. You're always saying that God looks on the inside the man,
not the outside. He looks on the heart. I don't swear in public or at
school with my friends; this is only something that happens when I'm
fucking horned up and want to feel your sweet tongue rimming my musky
ass. It's a sexual thing and it helps me connect. I'm asking you to have a
private love language with me only that has no shame, no limitations and is
perversely dirty and beautifully spiritual at the same time. This will help
us heal together. The other confusing issue is that you have said the very
words i do and then get upset at me when I say then?

3. PORN: same as above. My favorite hottest reverend, I'm not budging on
this one. I've been looking at porn for a number of years now and I LOVE
it. It's not poisoned me or made me a bad person. Its actually aided me in
walking in more of the fruit of God and self control. There is something
beautiful about learning, growing, analyzing, pretending to participate in
sexual scenes. I think its made me a better lover and again has helped me
cope. I don't feel shame over this. I am asking you to pray with me over
this issue and ask the Lord if we have permission as though we were a
"married couple" (because we are covenanting together) to have no
limitations as long as we are "one" together. PLEASE Dont be upset because
I am pushing this. Remember iron sharpens iron and we are both men of
God. One idea I had was, if you aren't comfortable with me watching other
people the we need to make our own nasty porn of the two of us. Add that to
the prayer request!

4. Okay to rest of your letter, I am so STOKED about the Fast idea. Dad,
simply damn WOW.  I can't wait to see what all you have in mind.

I love the visualization and it immediately helped me. I replayed it over
and over in my mind. I could see it clearly. Only problem is it made my
fire and longing even more intense for your spiritual presence in the
flesh.

5. Homework: fuck, Pastor!!! I read that and I literally ran over to the
church. Thankfully everyone was gone. I locked your office door and found
those shorts. The did not DISSAPOINT! Lol, dad I swear you did more than
just sweat in those. They reak of incredible man fluids and cum. TRUTH
time:)

I knelt by your desk and edged for an hour sniffing them. I was totally
naked. I came close so many times and then finally exploded thinking of
sucking your thick cock and holding your cum in my mouth and then us deep
French kissing sharing your sweet love juice, man of God!  I collapsed and
then felt so nasty I was jacking hard in 15 minutes and came again all over
the top of your desk.

6. Mr. Severn: well, nothing could've shocked me more than when I read
this.  Ive been watching him from afar for years. He is a humble quiet
dad. In fact he was one of the original ones I considered a number of years
ago when I would think about being with men in the church in the basement
doing nasty "works of service". I promise you I will use this option
sparingly. I haven't been with any one else except you and DK, so it does
make me very nervous. Are you 100% sure he would know what to do and be ok
with standing in "proxy" for you in a sexual-spiritual role? You have any
more details you can disclose?

I freakin love you so much. Two weeks feels like forever!

Your beloved son,

Brad

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