Date: Tue, 8 Jul 2014 07:24:10 -0700 From: Blake Cotera Subject: A Priest's Discipline - Part 4 A Priest's Discipline – Part 4 Blakester9999@yahoo.com When I woke up on Saturday morning and saw the clock read 9:30 am I freaked. Why didn't anyone wake me up for prayers? Then I realized everyone was gone. It was departure day. But arrangements had been made for my brother and me to stay till Monday. We were to help the seminarians clean up the camp for the next group of campers in 2 weeks. My duffle bag of clothes was gone so I just went to the mess hall in my batman jammies. On the way there it came back to me...the dream I had last night...about laying naked on the table, being fingered and giving a guy (my brother no less) a blow job. Had to been a dream. Had to. But I knew as soon as I walked in the mess hall if it wasn't a dream. As I walked in one of the seminarians told me my clothes were sent out with theirs to be washed so I'd have clean clothes over the weekend. All the seminarians were having breakfast, as was my brother. No unusual reaction except for a couple of them chiding me for oversleeping prayers. I grabbed some pancakes and sat next to my brother who gave me the normal blank "hey" that he's been doing every morning of my life. The dream just seems so real. But it's not like I could say to him "hey I had a dream last night that I sucked your wiener. Did that really happen?" He'd either laugh at me or kick my ass or call me a homo. The day was spent cleaning. Me and my brother were assigned to clean the dorm rooms. With breaks for food and church, we spent the whole day scrubbing floors, dusting, cleaning windows. At about 8pm I was washing the floor in the corner of a room when I saw Brother John walk in. He didn't see me. He said to my brother, "15 more minutes in here then wrap it up Grasshopper." Grasshopper? Grasshopper! GRASSHOPPER!!!! It did happen. That's what they called him last night just before he stuck his dick in my mouth. It wasn't a dream. I went at him like never before. Wrestling, fighting, swinging, saying "you made me suck your wiener last night." We were brawling in the room. He threw me against a dresser and the lamp fell onto the floor and shattered. Moments later all the seminarians were flooding the room, pulling us apart. Brother Steven grabbed my arm and led me to a bed and said, "you need to be taught a lesson boy". He pulled me over his knee. I was still in my jammies, but I'd taken the top off hours ago cuz work in dorms was hot. Once over his knee I felt my jammie bottoms and undies being pulled off me and down my legs. This spanking was worse than the other one he gave me. Maybe it was harder, but it was also cuz everyone was there to see it. No drug infused stupor. I was aware of the whole thing, and it was humiliating. I felt my jammie bottoms being pulled off my ankles. I was naked and being spanked in front of everyone. And it really, really hurt. When he was done I fell to the floor, when I tried to get up one of the other seminarians put his hand on my shoulder and said, "Stay down, and observe." Bother John walked in the room and said to my brother. "You should know better Grasshopper." He pointed to two seminarians and said, "Get his arms." They went over to my brother and each one of them grabbed one of his arms and pulled them out so they were stretched out away from him, parallel to the floor. Brother Steven yanked down my brother's shorts and jock to the ground. Brother John had a long thin stick that he measured up to my brother's fanny. I couldn't believe they had given me a hard spanking with the hand and all my brother was going to get is a stick. Turned out I was really, really wrong. As soon as the stick hit my brother's butt he yelped out loud. After just 3 swats the seminarians were not as much holding him in place as they were holding him up. His legs buckled, and the stick left big red welts every time it came down on his asscheek. They gave him 10 I think. When they were done my brother fell to the bed and stared crying. I curled up still naked on my bed as the seminarians filed out of the room. About 30 minutes later, after there was quiet and peace finally in the dorm, Brother John came to our room. Quietly he whispered to me that I had been through a lot in the past 12 hours, and to come sleep in his room for the night. I was partly asleep but nodded my head, and he picked me up and carried me to his room and laid me under the covers. Then he crawled into bed with me. We laid close to each other (spooning) with him behind me and he gently stroked my shoulders and hair. He talked to me about being a man. I did a lot of listening. He talked about trust, bonding, and about understanding how to be a real man. He asked me if that's what I wanted, and I said yes, I wanted to be a man. I'm 11, I'm not a little boy. I don't want to be treated like one. He leaned into my ear and whispered, slowly, "I'm going to take you there tonight. You must, above all else, trust me and let me guide you." His words were almost memorizing. He turned me over on my stomach and began massaging my back. Then my legs. Then my butt. Felt pretty damn good actually. When he started massaging my hole I started to push him away, but he said, "Remember, trust me". He massaged my hole for at least 10 minutes. It felt weird at first but then it felt really good. As he was finishing he put some gooey stuff on my hole (turned out to be Vaseline) and we rolled back over into that spooning position. But now when he spooned me I could feel he didn't have his boxers on and his stiff cock was pulsating at the crack of my ass. He put one hand behind my top knee and lifted it up and said "hold your knee up against your chest like that." I didn't realize at the time that it gave him unobstructed access to my boyhole. I felt the tip of his penis pushing against my hole and kept telling him to stop cuz it hurt. I don't think it hurt as much as I was scared. But each time I asked him to back off he did. That went on for a long time. Finally one time I told him to back off he instead pulled me closer to him and said "relax and breathe." When I did I felt this really big sensation on my backside. I heard myself squealing and him telling me to relax and breath. It hurt and I was scared, but him holding me tight like that sorta made it easier to take. Finally he told me it was all the way in and to just relax and get used to the feeling. For several minutes we just laid there, I guess giving my fanny a chance to get used to his dick. Then very slowly he started pumping it in and out. I thought it was going to hurt A LOT but it didn't. I think by then I was used to it. He started saying things like "We're one right now" and "I'm inside you" and "from the early Romans and Egyptians, this is how men bonded". And I felt safe. Warm. Not scared anymore. It didn't feel dirty. It felt like I was part of something bigger than I had ever been before. Without any warning, he pulled me very close and put his thing deep in me and I heard him sigh in my ear. He stopped pulling it in and out of me and just kept it inside of me. Deep. And I felt more pressure down there. Warm and moist. He whispered in my ear, "I've given you my seed". I didn't know exactly what that meant but it felt great. He pulled out very, very slowly and he showed me how to clean up. I fell asleep in his bed that night. I knew I had experienced something incredible. I didn't know, however, that the next day I would discover the seedier side of sex.