Date: Thu, 25 May 2017 15:58:35 -0400
From: Orson Cadell <orson.cadell@gmail.com>
Subject: in-gods-love-5

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In God's Love 5: Judges

*****

-URGENT-

Pops,

I just a got private Facebook message from Grandpa. He said he was coming
to see me next week??????

What's going on? Did you guys talk?  What the what....

Confused and in love

Your only Brad

*****

Dearest Brad,

Oh, did I not mention that I signed you up for some private tutoring
lessons with a supremely-talented instructor? How SILLY of me to forget. ;)

Actually, Reverend Cadell will arrive next Friday as will I. He will
(publicly) be helping put the final touches on the Father and Son Testament
(FaST) plans. Privately, he is incredibly excited at the chance to help
teach, and I quote, his favorite grandson. I found out that he took a shine
to you years ago. And, yes, I am in a shitstorm of trouble over not doing
my fatherly duties.  I have a very strong suspicion (and dread) that you'll
be seeing first hand something like today's Visualization...

As for the rest: Since it will be "intensive work", I've arranged for your
mother to stay with Aunt Ruth which she's been wanting to do for months
anyway. I've also made sure the Deacons know that the time is sacrosanct
and that only the death or arrest of a parishioner will cause the phone to
ring and nothing whatever will cause a knock at the door. The three of us
-- you, me and your Grandpa -- will have the house to ourselves all of
Friday and Saturday. The Reverend has to be back in Beaumont for Sunday
Worship, so he'll leave up after Saturday's supper.

I would STRONGLY suggest that you clean your room within an inch of its
life. Yes, that even means dusting. Truth me when I tell you that you do
not want your grandpa finding dirty undies or an unmade bed. I may be in
for a world of hurt, son, but that does not lessen the reddening of your
own ass if you or your room are a mess when he arrives.

Thursday's Visualization:

This continues yesterday's Visualization with "Bob" and "Harry". I
counselled Harry each afternoon after school, giving him a refuge where he
could seek relief and respite from his father's glowing anger. I could see
that it could not be enough, though, and that we needed to strike the
source of the problem. I called Bob and arranged for him to bring Harry and
the magazine (I was unsurprised to find he hadn't destroyed it) at 7:00
that Friday evening.

I had them wait outside the office while I perused the book, then called
them in. Using my stern voice, I had them both sit on the couch and I took
the chair, saying, "We're going to get to the bottom of this problem
tonight. Harry, is this the filthy book your father found you reading and
masturbating to?" Harry's eyes were wide and terrified, darting from me to
his father as he nodded. "Harry, turn to page 31. Begin to read where I
have made a mark on that page."

Harry's voice was small and mortified, but he did as I instructed. The
passage was a story told from the point of view of a boy about Harry's age,
desperate for his own Dad. The dread in Harry's voice as he continued to
read (and redden) was the perfect simulacrum for the story-boy's need and
fear as he snuck into Dad's room and slowly pulled back the sheet.

I kept my deep and serious frown and seemed focused on Harry, but watched
Bob intently. His breath began to shorten as the imaginary boy using his
son's voice described his Dad's throbbing manhood. It caught and he shifted
uncomfortably when the son touched his Dad's cock and began to stroke. He
made a small, pained sound once when he moved once, about the point where
the son began to suckle on Dad's dickhead. When Dad woke and shocked the
terrified boy by affirming him and giving him what the boy wanted most, his
acceptance and his cock, I said loudly, "Enough!" both Bob and Harry
jumped.

"Bob, is this what you meant by disgusting?"

"Yes, Pastor. It's vile." Sanctimonious prick.

"And anyone who would be excited and aroused by such would be sinning,
would be bad and evil, is that what you told me?"

"Yes. It's why I came close to throwing the boy on the streets to be
aroused by such filth. I'll not have such a pervert in my house!" I could
see a slight glee in his face as he relished Harry's shame and discomfort.

"Excellent. Stand up."

"Uh, er, what?"

"Stand up, Bob. NOW!" Brad, you know the tone I used and how quickly people
obey it. As I'd hoped, Bob had not changed clothes when he got home, so he
was still in thin, summer-weight slacks. When he stood, his
shockingly-impressive erection was far more than merely obvious, it
screamed for the eyes to notice.

"Why, Bob! You seem aroused. Is that from the 'filth' that your 'pervert'
son enjoyed and thus deserved being 'thrown on the street'?"

Bob was sweating profusely but tried to bluff, "N-No! You're a m-man. You
know it j-j-just happens sometimes!"

I nodded sagely. "You're right Bob. Could happen to anyone. Stay standing
there for a moment, please. Harry, turn to page 64 and start reading where
I've marked."

Harry had realized where this was headed and his voice had gained a little
strength, but the fear and worry were there. Again, perfect for the
passage. It was an artfully (if unrealistically) prolonged description,
again from the son's POV, of giving a man (his uncle) an incredibly
thorough and expert blow job. Every lick, every crease and fold, every moan
of pleasure from boy and uncle, the shock of the foreskin, the caress of
the large man's balls.

Bob had his eyes scrunched tight and was biting his lip rather hard, but to
no avail. Within minutes, a large spot appeared on his pants, a spot that
grew as the prick's prick throbbed harder the more Harry read. When the
'son' began to deep-throat the uncle, Bob gasped and a shudder ran through
him and he tried and failed to stifle a moan.

"Enough, Harry. Please sit quietly while I explain a few things to your
father." Bob was mortified and, by now, more than a little scared. "Bob,
you terrorized this boy, your own son, for desires you both share? And beat
him? And dragged him in to my office, in the house of God, to humiliate and
belittle him? Your own SON? And you DARED to use the Lord God as your
excuse for that? Strip!"

"Whu?"

"Strip. You wanted to humiliate your son in front of the world, strip NOW!"
He was out of all but his socks in seconds, standing fidgeting and
horrified, dripping cock sticking straight out like a fireplace poker. "Put
your hands on the desk, Bob." His eyes flew wide and mouth dropped as he
realized just what was about to happen. His son, the one he tried to shame
and punish, was sitting there fully clothed, watching him about to get
paddled like an infant.

Bob was crying and apologizing before the first swat landed. With each one,
I made sure he knew what he was being punished for. For using God as an
excuse for punishing a child unfairly. For hypocrisy. For pride. For
twisting God's love so unfairly. For failing to be a father. Failing to
support and love and trust his son. His ass what pretty bright red when I
stopped and he tearfully and remorsefully thanked me. Sadly for him, that
was not the real punishment.

"Harry, step up here, please." He did, reluctantly. "Your father failed
you, son, and did so in a uniquely cruel way. I've punished him for his
offense against God and against his own soul, but you need to punish him
for what he did to you." Both Harry and Bob were staring at me wide-eyed
with disbelief. Harry started to shake his head, looking form the paddle to
the father whose love and acceptance he'd always craved, seemingly
unwilling to move.

You know those cartoons where the character's eyes pop out on stalks in
surprise? That was Bob's face as Harry drew back with a very professional
two-handed grip. I made a note to talk to Bob about getting Harry on our
youth baseball team. He got some serious wind behind it, packing a lifetime
of rejection, inattention, dismissal and, now, humiliation into that
blow. It landed right at the fleshiest base of Bob's ass and the man came
up at least two feet "YEEEEEEEE-OWWWWCH".

The paddle clattered to the floor as Harry launched himself, crying, to hug
his father. Bob cried (I'm sure partly in pain, that swat was textbook) and
hugged him back, apologizing for years of misdeeds. I spoke softly, knowing
that they were not listening as wrapped up as they were in their hug of
mutual forgiveness, but I also knew the words would be heard and filed
away. I spoke of a father's duty to support and teach and love and help his
son. Of a son's devotion to his father. Of responsibilities on both sides
and those shared as well.

They became a model father-son partnership (with a few follow-up lessons
for each). In fact, they became literal partners. After "Harry" finished
school, he and "Bob" went into business together in Austin. I still speak
to them.

Thursday's Assignment:

Sit on the couch in my office and think what it was like for "Harry" to
watch his father punished, then lean against the desk and think what it was
like for "Bob" to be spanked in front of the son he tried to
humiliate. Only by understand both sides and both men can you help people,
son.

Lovingly and Longingly,
-Daddy

*****

Hot Cum Daddy,

YES!!!!!!! I can't believe it. Fuckin wow, its gonna happen. I feel like
I'm in a dream. Two of my spiritual heroes, you and Grandpa, are going to
disciple me and help me learn to "wash the feet" of many others, I have a
feelin. You are right, this may be better than any porn I could watch and
all real and full of Gods love.

I can only imagine what those two days will be like---Holy unto the Lord,
full of shouts of rejoicing. Dad, promise me you and grandpa will be very
very nasty with me. Don't hold back . I've waited so long.....

Thank you for your encouragement regarding Mr. S and sharing some of his
feedback. He sure is a great Ox of a guy, really humble and hot. I would
like to help him again if I have your permission and blessing, Dad. I feel
like I'm having a spiritual awakening and finding some of my destiny and
purpose in life. You are guiding me and helping me discover my true
calling. Its almost like I'm in a personal revival!

I am learning a lot. I felt so clean with you and Mr. S; when I was with
"he that we will not speak of" it was always exciting but left me always
with a gnawing feeling, dirty and guilty, and more than that, i still felt
alone afterwards.

I'm thinking real father-son sex is really about oneness and connecting.
Who wouldn't need that? Which brings me to my EPIPHANY (I think it's from
God): I feel like you and I, Father, are going to have a powerful ministry
of helping fathers and sons experience oneness and communion before God
(and any others who might want to watch lol). I'm being totally
serious. I've always considered the "Ministry" as a potential calling, and
this would be our speciality. I help heal and train Christian fathers and
you help heal and train Christian sons.

You and I can "model" true service for them as they watch us make love to
each other and we can in turn coach them and watch them. After what
happened with Mr S and then your visualization based on reality, I think it
could be amazing!  I bet there are hundreds of dads and sons in the church
world who could use our help and therapeutic prayer sessions using "the
laying on of hands":)!  I can't go back to normal selfish life now.

I want to connect with you and work with you to help heal many
families. This seems like the will of God! What do you honestly think dad?
You could mentor me in this ministry. I could learn from you and Grandpa
and while helping many hairy masculine men in the church it also soothes a
deep need that I have. Many are the benefits of the Good Lord's works!
Let's think up a name for our official ministry, maybe like "ABBA Anointing
Ministries".

Next topic, Pops, your package arrived and I'm in your office. (By the way,
thanks for including the little bottle of the myrrh Holy anointing oil and
the instructions on how to use it as lube for my cock and asshole)...just
opened up the sealed package of your shorts....

.....................................

Sorry, I just passed out from PLEASURE!

FUCKING Fuck fuck me Dad. I have never smelled anything that amazing
before. They were still warm and moist. God must really like me:) I thought
Mr S smelled incredible, he was mild compared to this smell. Dad, I'm
convinced this is the aroma of Heaven.

Daddy, I have a serious question and request for you when you arrive. I
would like you to privately pray over me by pissing all over my naked body
as I lay in the bathtub. I don't want anyone to know about it except me,
you and God, but it's important for you to anoint me as your son in this
way! PLEASE????

I have been working on the homework and it is stirring a fire in me like
never before. I am seeing the good fruit from your shepherding of my heart,
Dad. I am your good little sheep and will follow you!

All my days,

Bradley

*****

Brad,

When I talk about the dangers of porn, son, it entirely because of what you
said, "this may be better than any porn I could watch and all real and full
of God's love." When you watch porn, son, you rob yourself of the magic,
rob yourself of the ecstasy of discovery that comes with real, live, holy
sexual congress. It's true with us, it's true with your future wife. Porn
poisons that Glory.

And you finally see what I railed against that vile monster. He left you
alone and guilty and needy. A lover, a father, a Real Man will never, ever
do that. It takes a special type of serpent to take both the innocence and
self-confidence of a young man for his own, selfish and disgusting
pleasure. He gave NOTHING son, he simply took.

As for the Daddy-Daddy-Brad event, I promise we will leave you very, very
happy. I'm not sure what 'nasty' really means, but I don't think you'll be
disappointed.

Mr Severn is very special, but there are other men who need help as well. I
want to talk to you about that, but not in this letter. You have my
permission to continue helping him, son, but NO MORE than once a
week. Seriously, son, you might well kill the man.

I've actually already been praying over the question you raise about a
ministry. You healed Mr Severn, son, in deep and profound ways. I have had
two more letters from him, each a virtual halleluiah. You have rolled back
his age a decade, and you'll see it when you next help him. You have also
brought a teetering soul firmly back into the Lord's embrace. I think, son,
that you have stumbled early to what might be a life's work in the Lord's
service, and perhaps even realigned my own. I want to set aside time from
"other activities" with the Reverent to pray over this in detail.

The power of such a ministry and the need in this sad and terrible vale of
tears is clear, but a ministry also needs other things, one of which is the
ability to find or be found by those who need it most. We will need to
incomparable organizing ability of your grandfather at the very least, but
I am confident that he, too, will see the hand of the Lord God in this
endeavor.

I am glad you got the package and grateful that it, shall we say, exceeded
expectations. I am slightly concerned about the Anointing Oil, though. I
did not intentionally include such in my package, and certainly did NOT
suggest or provide "instructions on how to use it" it as lube for
your... nether reaches. I am still somewhat bemused by the whole business
of sex, well, back there. I will look into itthe addition as the insertion
of the item and note had to have happened here at the Mission...

I had not intended to discussion 'anointing with personal water' or
'marking' with sacred bodily fluids other than Holy Seed before we were
together. But, yes, it is an important if oft-misunderstood part of the
bond between father and son. I won't say more now and will ignore any
reference you make to it hereforth.

I will take some small objection to you claim that "I am your good little
sheep and will follow you!" You, son, are without query or question a goat,
and a horny goat at that. Brad, my stunning, sumptuous, sexy son, the idea
of you following anyone 'like a lamb' immediately brings to mind the
phrase, 'sheep's clothing.' It is part of what makes you so incredible,

In Love, Lust and Leaking Man-parts,

-Daddy

PS: I forgot to write the Visualization and Assignment and durned near hit
send! This one is special, and bleeds directly into the Ministry we
discussed above. Take great care with it, son, and be precise in what you
respond.

Friday's Visualization:

You sit in my office. I am not there but have asked you to minister to a
man in need. I have made clear that his need is sexual. He arrives, a
nervous wreck. You spend time comforting him and soothing his fears, and
ask what he needs. He is reluctant, crying in shame, but you persist. He
says that he needs a son to make love to him.

You suggest that he undress you, which he does with shaking hands, but then
he simply stands, eyes downcast. You prompt him to disrobe himself, and he
does so, reluctant and afraid. He is a bit pudgy, a bit pale, not hairy,
really, but a nice cock and balls. He stands, not looking at you.  He makes
no move to continue.

You pout at "daddy" and "father" and "papa", asking if you've done wrong
and what you should do to be good, and his dick doesn't twitch; he does not
look at you. You move his hands to your cock and nipples and he lets them
lay there, trembling, but does not caress you.

He whispers, "I don't know what to do." The more forceful you are, the more
excited he becomes. He moans when you tell him what you want to feel, what
he is to do. He begs you for more and more and more until it becomes clear
that he does not want to take you. Far from it, he is desperate to be taken
*by* you. He begs and pleads for you to take him, use him, fulfil him.

Friday Assignment:

Think in detail, how you, Brad, would "comfort him and soothe his fears,
and ask what he needs." Little of what you gave Mr Severn can work for this
poor man; do you have it in you to give so much more, and in such different
ways? Decide and tell me *exactly* how you fulfil his need and his
longing. He wants to give everything and more, without bounds or
limits. How do you lead this desperate, needy, lustful member of your
congregation to the Lord?

-Daddy.

*****

Pastor,

I will respond to your last message soon. There are some things in it that
I want to clarify but first we need to talk about something serious. Maybe
we can video chat tonight if you're internet will work?

I thought you wanted full openness and honesty between us? I've been very
vulnerable sharing the deepest and darkest thoughts and deeds I have done,
am doing and even plan to do. I learned this afternoon that you haven't
done the same with me, and it has left me confused and hurt.

Guess who I had a two hour talk with today after school? Guess who called a
truce and asked if we could go somewhere private and talk?  I think you can
guess: Paul! I thought maybe it was a sign because of my turning a corner
in my calling but I'm not so sure now.

First of all, he apologized for being a jerk the last few years and asked
if we could be real friends now. I could sense he was in some pain and
needed someone to open up to.  It was as though he could tell we were
similar. He was acting awkward and hinting around about some stuff and he
finally told me he knew about Deacon Kelley and myself and that he had even
watched us once in the church while in hiding at the demand of DK. He
admitted that he and DK had been involved for along time and that DK told
him about our sessions in detail as they were having sex. That's not the
surprising part.

We opened up and talked and I told him that I had gotten out of it and
received some deep help. I told him that I knew, through his cryptic
comment at my locker a few years back, about the healing session you and he
had. I assured him that you told me nothing. He was relieved that I knew
and told me that it wasn't just one session of making love but over 50
times and finally through my gentle questioning found out that you two have
fucked, fucking anal sex DAD!, over two dozen times bareback -'and don't
fucking tell me you don't know what that means.

I know with all my heart he wasn't lying and had no malice in his heart. He
idolizes you and says no one has helped you like him.  Paul told me he was
even able to video from his phone one time you barebacking him. He says
that it's one of his greatest treasures.

I pretended like all this was normal and he was glad to tell me details. I
said to him, this might be weird but would you be comfortable showing me
the video and he said sure. So guess what? Right there in the park, he
whips out his iPhone and behold what do I see but a 3 minute video of my
hairy strapping father burying his thick cock deep in Paul's asshole as you
were swearing like a sailor and praising God at the same time. I saw your
face and I know your God damn naked body, Dad!  I saw you pull out after
you shot your load up his ass and told Paul to clean off your cock like a
good son.

What the fuck??? I don't care what methods you use but why are you acting
like I'm the little nympho that needs reformed and you are just naively
helping us bond. You have been having anal sex dad and are very good at it
from what I saw. I yes even though I was upset, didn't let on to Paul, I
was horny as hell after seeing that. Paul said the first time for anal sex
with you was 5 years ago and that last time was four months ago. Let's get
real Brad

*****

My Precious Son,

I have not lied and will not do so now. I am deeply wounded that you would
think so. If I had anything close to the bandwidth needed for video, I
would give everything to tell you all of this face to virtual face so you
can see and hear my utter sincerity.

I cannot begin to explain or even *comprehend* the video he showed you. It
*cannot* exist, for yours will be the first ass I penetrate in my life
(more on that in a moment). I will tell you this; the boy I mentioned in my
previous letter was NOT Paul, though Paul has come to me for help. The boy
in question (what I assumed to be Deacon Kelly's first victim) was 15
nearly six years ago now, and is no longer even in Texas. Yes, I counselled
Paul, but only a handful of times and only once sexually. I can, however,
prove that the story he told you is a lie.

Go into my office and retrieve my day-planners for 2015. All of them are in
the second filing cabinet. DO NOT misuse what I am about to tell you and
try to figure out more than the truth of Paul's story (like the identities
of others I have counselled). In the margin nearest to the spine, you will
find references to Bible passages. It is how I note who is coming to see me
and when in a way that would be difficult for others to decipher. If sexual
counselling occurs, the passage will be underlined or boxed. For Paul, the
passage I used was Act 14:11.

I first worked with Paul sometime in September or possibly early October of
2015, early in the school year. It was mid-afternoon of a weekday, so look
around 4:30. You'll find the first session quickly. From there, check the
next few weeks. I allowed him to suck me off once and only once. You'll
find that passage underlined perhaps three weeks further along. There was
only one session afterwards; when he found that he could not use me as a
permanent sexual outlet, he ceased to come at all. For what you tell me, it
is clear that he found Deacon Kelly instead. You can search in vain for
further sessions.

I am not there, son, to invent or fake such evidence. If I were, I still
would not do so. And to what end? With what we did together that night and
what we've discussed, what possible reason would I have to lie about
anything at all?

One other note: "5 years ago", both you and Paul would have been either 11
or 12. I have never in my life sexually touched or been touched by a
child. I have sexually counselled boys first coming into manhood, but only
about the dangers of pornography and the importance of using God's sexual
gifts with reverence (for instance, that masturbation should be a last
resort and done safely and comfortably).

Now, about the anal sex. I repeat, I have never done that with anyone. I
have confirmed that it can be done (not that I don't trust you son; it just
seems so impossible for something like my cock to go into such a tiny
opening!) by some very careful questions to Minister Hawkins. He was more
than forthcoming to the point of shocking the hell out of me. That it works
(physically) amazes me. But the variety of ways? Oh dear!

And I have thought of nothing, Brad, nothing since except trying every
single filthy act with you. I dream of what the sensation must be like. I
am terrified that it will hurt you, but desperately, achingly want to
try. Son, would I be this insanely-driven if I had experienced such things
with any other person? I will be there a week from yesterday and you will
be able to judge for yourself my need, my inexperience and my gnawing
desire for you.

Saturday's Visualization and Assignment:

Go into my office and sit naked on the couch with my compression shorts
beside you. Set a timer on your phone for one hour. Feel my arms around
you, enclosing you in my love. My scent envelops you as does my need. Feel
me touch you, Brad, slowly, everywhere. Use your own hands to replicate
what I tell you mine are doing. My fingers slowly, very slowly, cover every
inch of your skin, pausing to tease and stroke and pinch your
most-sensitive places. Touch every part of yourself *except* your cock. Let
the heat and need built as does my love and need for you, Brad. Find every
place that makes you moan with need of whimper with desire. Only when the
timer rings the hour can you touch your cock. Stroke it as slowly as you
did the rest, imagining my hand bringing you closer and closer but delaying
your completion.

When you finally explode, son, you will feel a *fraction* of what happens
when I imagine taking your ass. My need is so strong it actually hurts. I
want you, Brad, so badly I am, right now as I type these words, weeping. My
need is so strong I am afraid it will consume me before I reach you.

In Love and HONESTY,
-Daddy

*****

Daddy,

What a fucking mess I always make of everything. just want to crawl in a
hole and hide. Even before you emailed me back your response I started
having doubts about Paul's "confession". Some things just didn't add quite
up (more on that later) but the sad thing is that I wanted to be convinced
it was true not to ultimately blame you or be mad at you but because it
excited me to think you could have some of that level of nastiness in
you. I wanted you to have a darkside and secrets. I wanted you to be like
me... I like thinking of you with a 12 year old; I need and want those
thoughts. I want to believe that you have a dirty side to you that is also
holy and powerful. I guess I'm facing my biggest fear and its this: I
really have gone too far sexually and spiritually to go backwards and just
step into something "normal" and light with you. My fear is that I won't be
satisfied and we won't connect and it will forever ruin our relationship
because I'm too messed up.  I want and NEED you to be down and dirty, a
nasty fucking sex machine.

As far as my doubts about the video goes, I will admit that while I was
convinced it was you, it wasn't good quality and didn't focus on the faces
much. And when it did they were shadowed. I was easily influenced in the
moment. I'm now convinced that what I saw was paul and DK in your office
and them pretending it was you. You and DK have such similar builds and
masculinity. We were both setup. I think this happened right before DK left
town as a last revenge act. One reason I now believe that is that I found
your office door ajar one day when I know I locked it before, and the room
reeked of sex. I thought it was just my imagination because I am so
constantly horny.

I AM SO SORRY, daddy. Please forgive me (and yes I know you will:) I am so
broken up about this and messed up at my own level of need and desires but
unable to be a good boy.  If you want to cool things between us I
understand.

I am realizing that I'm with also afraid that you might be grossed out and
not interested in anal sex. That's part of what this is about. Its been you
that I think of every time a man has shot his seed of life inside me. Even
though I am versatile, I want you to be the "top" in our relationship and
to take control. Damn, Fear is ugly!

I am confused about you, dad. There are some inconsistencies in things you
have shared. You definitely know more than what you let on and that's not
in my imagination. That's partially why I am prone to deception right now.
For example, I never once mentioned to you any porn sight except Pornhub
but you mentioned all 3 biggies and then tried to act like I'm the one who
mentioned them. The math doesn't all add up, father. don't play a religious
role with me. Just be my dad, my lover, my pastor and most of all LET GO
and LET GOD!

Your apologetic and faithful son,
Brad

P.S. I'll write more soon. There's a question that Mr. S just asked me that
I will need to run by you, if he hasn't already, about spending all night
with him on Friday because his family will be in Louisiana.

*****

Daddy, this is part 2 following up what I just emailed you. I had to run
and take a long exciting piss...

I wanted you to know that I didn't go and look at your scheduling book
because I was under such deep conviction and "holy fear of the Lord". I
don't need proof. Your word is good enough for me. Sorry I ever doubted
you.  You are a true man of God full of integrity. I will not be looking at
that book! If at any time you choose to share real stories with me that's
fine, id fucking love to hear them.

Speaking of book, please tell me the story of IS 61 and who's cum that
is. Also, I am asking that if we continue one of my "musts" has to do with
cumming together on Grandpas Bible as well as the altar, communion table
etc. I want to boldly consecrate our love before Heaven and declare it
sacred!

I will gladly do your visualization this afternoon as you requested!

With all my love,
Brad

*****

My Darling Son,

First, your postscript. Yes, I had yet another letter (actually three more,
but the last is pertinent) from Mr Severn. He desperately wants another
session with you, and wants an overnight. You need to make the call
here. Do you want to? If you want to, do you feel safe with him overnight?
Do NOT do anything if you have any doubt whatsoever. I trust your judgment,
son (possibly more than my own, truth be told).

Now to the substantive parts of your message. You are NOT "messed up". You
keep saying that and it crushes me, son. You are a treasure and my
jewel. Please believe that! And I do more than like you, I love you with
every fiber of my being. You are my son, my world, my soul and my future. I
don't honestly know what "down and dirty, a nasty fucking sex machine"
means, but I promise that I will give you everything I have, sexually,
spiritually, emotionally and physically. And the thoughts I have are far,
far more than simply 'dirty'. They are so animalistic and raw, son, that I
cannot even express them to you. If you need more, teach me what that is,
Brad, and I will bring it with a vengeance.

I have to admit that reading that you think I "might be grossed out and not
interested in anal sex" elicited the most evil and debauched chuckle ever
to leave my mouth. I THIRST for that, son. That I might want to "cool
things between us"?? I want to create entire new realm of heat unknown and
unexplored! Cool them? Certainly, if I can use a blowtorch to do so!

Okay, yes, you have a point on the porn sites. I have counselled men
addicted to porn sites and knew they existed, but (other than those
sessions counselling the members of our congregation) I have never visited
or experienced those sites. Yes, some of the men showed me
amazingly-depraved (and, yes, enjoyable) videos in such sessions, but I
never sought them out. I know that is a very thin line, son, but it's a
true one.

As for Isiah 61, I will make that today's Visualization and Assignment. How
amazingly appropriate for the Sabbath.

You are in Reverend Cadell's office. You know the one. You watch me, your
father but only a handful of years older than you, standing in front of the
couch as the Reverend sits on a pulled-forward chair. I am naked and he is
fully clothed. I have obviously been excited for some time; my cock is
throbbing and leaking and deeply red. There is an actual puddle of dogwater
on the floor between my feet

Reverend Cadell intones, "You seek your mission, son?"

"Yes, Daddy. Please!"

"You seek to help others, Orson?"

"YES! YES! It is what I need to do, Father!"

"Then pray with me, my son." He leads me through a prayer whilst constantly
teasing and stroking my desperate cock. His long, strong fingers play with
my balls and below, sometimes moving to tease my inner thighs, but always,
always coming back to my aching cock.

He pulls out his Bible, the one he has always used and annotated since he
started his own ministry so many years before. He opens it and tells me in
that slow, deep voice, "Recite Isiah 61 for me, Orson." One hand holding
the Bible and the other thrumming up and down my dick, he prompts me again,
"Isiah 61, son."

"The, The, The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon Me, oh, oh, oh, Because the
LORD has anointed Me t-t-t-to preach good tidings to the poor;" My voice is
rising as he keeps stroking and teasing. I am actually crying at this point
and it comes out in my voice. "H-H-He has sent Me to heal the
brokenhearted, t-t-to proclaim liberty to the captives, And the opening of
the prison to those who are bound!"

The foundation of all ministries. Only 11 verses, a mere 372
words. "... Shall be your p-p-p-p-plowmen and your
va... va... va-va-va-VINEDRESSSERS! Ah Ah Ah!" I howl as his strong fingers
pinch HARD at the base of my cock just as that first contraction strikes,
that first tiny bead of my seed forms at the tip, preventing my orgasm. I
howl again as he holds me there until the sensation passes. Crying has
become weeping.

I make it to Verse 8 and "eh-eh-eh-eh-everlasting c-c-c-c-CU-COVENANT"
before I scream as his hand again prevents a second aborted release. I know
better than to beg or plead, though. He would make me start over... and
over and over and over.

I finally stutter and weep my way to the final passages, "For H-H-He!! has
clothed me with the garments of salvation, H-H-He!! has c-c-c-covered me
with the robe of righteousness, uh, oh, uh, As a b-b-b-bridegroom decks
himself with ornaments, And as a b-b-bride ad-d-d-d-dorns herself with her
jewels.  For as the EARTH brings forth its BUD, As the GARDEN! causes the
things that are S-S-SOWN!! in it-t-t, uh, t-t-to SPRING forth, SO the Lord
GOD will CAUSE rightEOUSness and PRAISE to SPRING! FORTH!! BEFORE ALL!!!
the NATIONS!!! UHN! UHN! UHN!"

The cum you found on Grandpa's Bible, Brad, is my own. He caught it at that
moment and, after I collapsed and recovered, he told me, "You have sealed
your covenant, my son, and HE has accepted your mission."

When I was ordained two weeks later, it was that very Bible that I held to
my breast. When it came time in that Holy service for us, newly consecrated
pastors under the Lord, and read Isiah 61 aloud to continue our tradition
of faith, perhaps two thirds opened their Bible to the passage to ensure
they did not lose a word. I, of course, neither needed not could I have
accessed the passage in question; the cum had set like glue.

Sunday Assignment:

Find the passage (other than the aforementioned) that comes closest to what
you feel you mission to be. Will you find it in Genesis 22:11 where God
stays Abraham's hand and blesses the bond of father to son? Deuteronomy 6,
and its mission of grandfathers teaching fathers teaching son the way of
the Lord? Ephesians 6:4? Another place in the Sacred Word? Give some
serious thought to that, my son.

Love,
-Daddy

P.S. ***NO*** do NOT cum on whatever passage you find in Grandpa's Bible. I
know you were thinking it and I expressly forbid it.

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More coming soon.

bradborris45@yahoo.com - Brad Borris, author

orson.cadell@gmail.com - Bear Pup, author