Date: Sun, 21 Jan 2018 12:21:15 -0700 From: Jim J Subject: A Price To Pay (Part 4) A Price To Pay Part 4 (A "Cum Diaries" Story) The "Cum Diaries" are occasional fictionalized accounts of stories told to me by my readers, in this case of my short story "Modeling". That began an ongoing conversation with DB in England about his experiences. Monsignor Carroll - The Retired Pastor Davey panicked, trying to turn his head while squirming to get out of the ropes and from underneath Father Davies. Even though he had cum, Father Davies's cock was still buried in Davey's ass and the wiggling around seemed to make him stiffen again. "Ah, Joseph, I wondered when you would stop by," Father Davies said quite calmly then slapped Davey's ass, leaving a red welt of his hand print on the right cheek. Joseph was Monsignor Carroll, the retired pastor of the church associated with the school. The church first started when a wealthy land owner had it built on a plot next to his estate. After his death, the family bequeathed the manor house and immediate surroundings for a school. Over the years, classrooms, other buildings and athletic fields were added. The retired priest lived in a renovated carriage house at a far corner of the property. Unlike Father Davies, Monsignor Carroll was a short, wiry man with sharp facial features only somewhat softened by his closely trimmed gray beard. His voice, although little more than a hoarse whisper, demanded complete attention. "A little on the old side for you, isn't he Daniel?" Monsignor Carroll said softly, running his fingertip down Davey's back until meeting Father Davies's cock still in his ass. Davey shuddered at the touch and felt Father Davies's dick stiffen a little more inside him. "Yeah, just a little but the body type you know I can't resist," Father Davies responded with a slight push of his hips, "and he also is most compliant in all the ways I know you like." Monsignor Carroll stepped directly in front of Davey and leaned forward, taking Davey's chin in his hand and pulling his head up. While he had a wan smile on his face, Davey so no mirth or warmth in his dark eyes. "So let me see how well you've prepared him," Monsignor Carroll said sharply and undid the belt from his trousers, letting them fall around his ankles and immediately followed by this boxers. Davey stared in surprise and a certain amount of awe. While Monsignor Carroll's body was by no means big, his limp uncut cock was huge, much larger than Father Davies or Mr. Needham even when they were completely engorged. An equally large limp ball sac dangled behind that monstrous dick. Since he was still tied and Father Davies was on top of him, Davey could do little more than raise his head as Monsignor Carroll approached until the tip of that dick brushed across his forehead. He then lifted Davey';s head again with a finger under his chin until Davey's lips touched the slowly emerging head. "OK, boy, show me what you can do," the Monsignor said, "open your mouth." Knowing he had no choice, but apprehensive nonetheless, Davey first extended his tongue, swirling it around the growing head then opened his mouth enough to take the bulbous tip into his mouth. He felt Father Davies stir behind him, slowly starting to again slide his dick in and out of Davey's ass. Monsignor Carroll grabbed the back of Davey's head and pushed his dick into his mouth and throat. Davey gagged, sputtering and struggling for breath the deeper the thick dick plunged into his throat. Both priests seemed to ram their cocks deeper into him the more he struggled to breath, his body thrashing wildly, his vision beginning to darken. Father Davies let out a screech as he shot another load of cum in Davey's ass. Seeing Davey's face turning purple, Monsignor Carroll pulled his dick out of Davey's mouth, took his now stiff cock in his hand and sprayed his cum all over Davey's face. "I think he will do," Monsignor Carroll said to Father Davies after they cleaned themselves up, "have you done more with him than the restraints?" "Not really, a few light spankings while I fucked him, that's all," Father Davies responded, "I didn't want to spoil him for you." They had untied Davey and had him stand quietly but still naked. Monsignor Carroll circled him slowly, stopping to run a finger over an arm or fondle an ass cheek. Davey's dick stood straight out from his body the entire time. After walking around him twice, Monsignor Carroll cupped that stiff cock and Davey's taut ball sac, giving him a tug that caused Davey to wince and cry out. "Yes, he will do!" Two days later, Davey walked up the gravel path and knocked on the door to the converted carriage house. He waited a moment before Monsignor Carroll opened the door and beckoned him to enter. "There's a hook on the wall behind the door," the old priest said to him harshly, "take off all your clothes and hang them there. In the future, you will always do that as soon as you walk in that door." With that, Monsignor Carroll turned away and walked into the next room, leaving Davey to strip as quickly as he could and then follow to find Monsignor Carroll standing by a table. "Come here and stand about three feet in front of me," Monsignor Carroll instructed him. "Did you tell your mother you would be helping out here tonight and would be late for dinner?" "Yes, Father," Davey said meekly, not raising his eyes to the Monsignor. "I am going to ask you a few questions and you are to answer me completely and absolutely honestly. Do you understand?" "Yes, Father." "Have you told anyone what you did with Father Davies...anyone...ever?" "No, Father." "Not a friend in school or your mother or anyone else?" "No, Father." "Did you jerk off yet today?" Davey squirmed and averted his eyes, not sure how to answer such a direct question. He didn't see the wooden ruler in Monsignor Carroll's hand until he felt the sharp sting when the ruler slapped his right ass cheek. He winced and let out a low cry. "I said completely and truthfully...every time...about everything...right away," Monsignor Carroll stated flatly. "So, I repeat my question, did you jerk off yet today?" "Yes, Father." "When?" "This morning, Father, before I got out of bed." "And before that?" "Last night, Father, before going to sleep." "So, tell me then, since I last saw you the day before yesterday, how many times did you jerk off?" Davey thought back for a minute before answering, not wanting to get another swat for a mistake. His dick stiffened a little involuntarily and he had no doubt Monsignor Carroll noticed. "Six...I think...yes...six," Davey stammered keeping an eye on the hand with the ruler. "Six, really, six?" Monsignor Carroll replied. "That's quite a lot, even for a young boy like you. Tell me about each time." "First was after I got home the other day with you and Father Davies, then that night in bed, then yesterday in the morning and after school and when I went to bed and then again this morning," Davey recalled his dick stiffening even more. Davey glanced up enough to see the growing bulge in Monsignor Carroll's pants, making his own dick throb even more remembering how big it was. "So what did you think about with all this jerking off?" the priest asked and circled around behind Davey, lightly brushing his fingertips over Davey's shoulders and back. "Seeing...seeing you...and feeling you...in my...mouth," Davey sputtered, knowing it was true and hoping it was also the correct answer. "You want to see my cock again and put it in your mouth?" Monsignor Carroll asked from behind him, wrapping one arm around Davey's chest and fondling his little cock with the other. "Yes, Father...oh, yes I do." Davey groaned feeling his dick tingle with the touch. "I want to do anything you want me to do to please you." Monsignor Carroll spun him around and pushed him to his knees. "Jerk off for me now...stroke your hard little dick until your cum shoots out on your hand." As he began stroking himself, Monsignor Carroll dropped his pants and boxers to the floor and stood naked in front of Davey holding his huge dick in his hand. The angry purple head peeked out from its fleshy sheath right in front of Davey's face. "Yes, that's the way, stroke your little dick and cum for me. I'm going to teach you how to shoot your jism without touching your cock," the priest whispered into his ear as he leaned forward. Davey felt the familiar tingle of his growing orgasm and stroked himself a little faster and harder. Monsignor Carroll obviously recognized the signs that Davey was getting close. He walked behind Davey and wrapped his arms around him, the full length of his hard dick pressing against Davey's back. "Yes...that's it...you're right there...do it...now...do it...do it...DO IT!" he murmured into Davey's ear, the pitch and volume of his voice rising with the cum beginning to gush from Davey's dick. With that last "DO IT!" Davey shot three strings of his jism on to the floor. Monsignor Carroll kept hugging him closely until the very last droplet drizzled to the floor, then moved back in front of Davey. "That's your first lesson. From now on, every time you cum here you will do so when I say "DO IT!" and when you are alone you will say it out loud as you begin to shoot." Yes, Father." "And you will learn to take my cock all the way into your mouth until your nose pushes against my belly and also take it in your ass until my balls slap against yours." "Yes, Father," Davey answered hesitantly, skeptical he would ever be able to do either of those things with that monstrous dick. "Finally, I will punish you for your sins in any way I think best." "Yes, Father," Davey gulped, wondering with some trepidation what that would entail. Monsignor Carroll grabbed the back of his head and pulled Davey forward, pressing the head his now rigid dick against his lips. Davey eagerly opened his mouth, taking the priest in a couple of inches before starting to gag. That didn't deter Monsignor Carroll in the least as he kept pushing deeper. His squirming and thrashing seemed only to invigorate the priest. His body tensed and he shot a huge load of creamy cum down Davey's throat, only pulling his cock out of Davey's mouth when he was done. Davey fell to the floor gagging and breathing heavily, yet aroused again by the choking. When he finally looked up, Monsignor Carroll stood over him with the wooden ruler in his hand. "Bend over that chair," he commanded Davey, then giving him a half dozen firm swats. Davey found himself growing surprisingly aroused with every strike. Monsignor Carroll noticed as well and had him stand again after he was done. "Now jerk off again," the priest said, "and tell yourself to "DO IT!" with every stroke." It didn't take Davey long again at all to spurt another few strings of watery cum on to the floor. As his body tensed, the priest again leaned in and whispered in his ear. "DO IT!" "Take this notebook and write down the date and time you jerk off," Monsignor Carroll said to him after Davey got dressed. "For the next ten days, you will do it in the morning, twice in the afternoon here with me and then again at night. The next ten days, you will do it five times a day and so on for the next couple of months until you are jerking off eight times a day." "Yes, Father." "Come back tomorrow after your last class." For the next two months, Davey kept up the rigorous masturbation schedule. He also spent almost every afternoon with Monsignor Carroll, learning to take that large dick into his throat and ass. Monsignor Carroll also introduced various punishments ranging from restraining him to hanging him from the ceiling with his toes barely touching the ceiling and weights tied around his cock and balls. Monsignor Carroll seemed to get more and more aroused the more and the louder Davey cried out, often jerking off on him while Davey could only stand there and take the semen shooting onto him. By the time he got up to eight times a day, Davey was jerking off in the boy's room between classes and at lunch as well as two or three times with Monsignor Carroll. He found his body craving the need to cum and shooting very quickly when he finally did, the phrase "DO IT!" ringing in his ears. Monsignor Carroll told him how pleased he was with his progress before giving him another hard spanking that just got Davey stiff again. About two weeks before Christmas, Davey walked into the carriage house, stripped off his clothes and stood in front of Monsignor Carroll slowly stroking his hard dick, preparing for the first orgasm of the afternoon with the priest. "Take your hand off your cock," Monsignor Carroll said sternly, "you are starting a new phase right now and if you are really good, I'll give you a special Christmas present." Davey dropped his hand to his side and waited, knowing he should remain silent until instructed to do otherwise. "Starting right this minute, you will not have another orgasm until I tell you to 'DO IT!' and that will be two weeks from today." "But...but...what about," Davey stammered, his hand unconsciously falling to his half hard dick. Monsignor Carroll lashed out with the wooden ruler, slapping Davey's cock hard, causing him to cry out and fall to his knees writhing in pain. "Stand up," the old priest commanded, "and lock your fingers behind your back." Davey struggled to his feet and did as he was told. Monsignor Carroll stepped right in front of him, lightly patting his palm of one hand with the ruler. "Do you know why you have been jerking off so often these past weeks?" "Huh...no...not really, Father." "I am training you...training you to cum when ever I say the magic words...'DO IT!'" Even through the pain, Davey's dick hardened with those words. Monsignor Carroll quickly brought the ruler up between his legs, sharply slapping Davey's cock and balls. He howled in pain and fell to the floor again at Monsignor Carroll's feet. He lay there panting, tears streaming down his cheeks until the pain finally receded. "Get up!" the priest repeated, "with your hands behind your back again." Davey got to his knees and looked up. He could clearly see the outline of the priest's dick pressing out through his trousers. "Better yet, stay right there on your knees and unzip my fly...yes like that...now put my cock in your mouth." The head of Monsignor Carroll's dick was already pushing out of his fleshy foreskin when Davey wrapped his lips around it. The old man groaned and pressed forward as Davey ran his tongue over the thick vein throbbing the entire length. "For the next two weeks, you will not jerk off or even touch your little cock any more than necessary to piss and wash yourself," the old priest groaned, his dick hardening in Davey's mouth, "and don't think you can cheat...I will know if you are lying to me...and it is a mortal sin to lie to a priest." Monsignor Carroll's legs began to tremble and he pulled Davey's head down over his dick even harder. As his cum shot into Davey's mouth, he let out a loud groan then slapped both of Davey's ass cheeks hard. The thick cock shooting sticky jism down his throat muffled Davey's cries. The old priest stepped back when he was finished and zipped up his pants. "Come back tomorrow at the same time as usual," he said and walked into the next room, leaving Davey on his knees with semen dripping from his mouth and down over his chest. When he got home, Davey very gingerly examined his bruised cock and balls. Angry welts were already visible. He didn't touch himself again the rest of the night, finding it hurt to even piss. The next morning he awoke with a raging hard on. He reached for his dick without even thinking, as he had done each morning in the recent past. With the first touch, he yelped in pain and pulled his hand away. His cock and balls were black and blue...and they hurt enough to discourage him from even trying to touch himself more than absolutely necessary. By lunchtime, however, his body was craving to cum, his little dick stiffening in his pants. Davey started to realize with dread how long two weeks would be. After four days, the bruising was mostly gone and Davey's balls ached to release the growing amount of semen they contained. He stood in front of Monsignor Carroll that afternoon, naked as usual, his dick involuntarily rigid. "Please, Father....please....may I cum...just once...I need to cum so bad," he pleaded. "No, you may not," Monsignor Carroll sneered, "you have barely started your abstinence." With that, the priest dropped his own pants and pushed Davey to his knees, slapping him across his face with the half hard dick before shoving it into Davey's mouth. And so it went for the next ten days or so. It got to the point all Davey could think about was feeling his cum shooting out of his cock. The Friday before Christmas, Davey went to the carriage house as usual, his classes done until after the holidays. Davey stripped and hung up his clothes then walked into the main room, expecting to see Monsignor Carroll at his desk. Rather, he stopped short when he saw Father Davies talking to the older priest. "So, Davey, are you ready to complete your training today?" Monsignor Carroll asked, walking over and putting his hand on Davey's shoulder "Yes, Father, I think so...I need to cum so bad," Davey murmured looking over at Father Davies. "That's a good boy and Father Davies wanted to see you do this too, but remember, if you fail, you will not have a second chance for another week." Davey groaned, his already rigid cock twitching without a touch from him or either priest. Father Davies stepped closer so both priests stood about three feet in front of him. "Are you ready?" Monsignor Carroll asked. "Yes...oh yes, Father," Davey moaned. "Lock your fingers behind your back." "Yes, Father." "DO IT!" Monsignor Carroll barked. "Cum for us now...DO IT!...DO IT!...DO IT!" Davey felt his entire body quiver. His eyes glazed over with the words and a familiar tingle growing in his groin turned into a wave of pleasure engulfing his entire body. Stream after stream of his cum shot out of his dick, almost spraying the shoes of the two priests before receding to a trickle that drizzled down his leg. His legs were wobbly and it was all he could do to stay standing. "Very good," Monsignor Carroll said to him then turned to Father Davies, "I told you I could do it." "That you did...that you did," Father Davies responded, "now if you don't mind, I want to fuck his tight ass again." Father Davies pushed Davey down over a hassock, dropped his pants and unceremoniously shoved his dick into Davey's ass. Monsignor Carroll came around in front of him, his dick already out and jammed it into Davey's mouth. The two priests double fucked Davey like that until both of them shot their cum into his ass and mouth. By the time they were done, Davey was hard again so he got his Christmas present, the two of them licking and sucking his cock and balls until his jism gushed all over both of their faces. From then on, he would cum on command for either one of the priests whenever they said those magic words. Epilogue Davey flopped back on the sofa and took a deep drink of his beer. On the floor in front of him, his husband and their two adopted daughters still rolled around tickling each other into delighted squeals. He took just a moment to appreciate how rewarding his life had become. In the ten years since he finished high school, he got his degree in photo journalism and an established career with a major international magazine. He met his husband, Charles, while on assignment in the horn of Africa where Charles was an aide worker. When their tours were completed, they did what little they could in the face of unimaginable misery and adopted the four year old Sudanese twins that were now their daughters. With his beer emptied, Davey and Charles hustled the girls into their bath before tucking them into bed with tender kisses. Charles was already sitting up in the bed when Davey climbed in, leaning over to give him a kiss. His hand crawled down over his husband's abdomen to gently wrap his fingers around Charles's quickly stiffening dick and his tongue darted into Charles's ear before he whispered. "DO IT!" (I do welcome any comments and will try to respond to all I get at aadirtyoldmaninphx1@gmail.com. Please remember that NIFTY needs your support. If you want the stories to continue, it's up to you to donate at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html)