Date: Thu, 11 Jan 2024 08:19:44 +0000 From: Billie353535 Vegita Subject: Confessing to father fred (part 10 - adult youth) Disclaimer: The following contains explicit scenes of male sex and a variety of consensual activities. This story may not be copied or posted to any other websites without explicit permission from the author. If any of this content is offensive to you or illegal to access in your geography, please do not proceed. ** https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/rules-for-new-slaveboys/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/young-friends/billie-babysits-alex/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/asian-arrangement/ https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/assessing-jace/ **************************************************************** ** feedback always welcome to shutup_nz@hotmail.com ** **************************************************************** The Easter performance was only a few days away, so in preparation for the big day, I was spending some time practising in my room. Father Fred had let me borrow the bunny costume before the show and now had given me a few lines to say. The costume was tight against my body like latex, and the fur made me itch. The whole covered me from neck to toe, with only my head sticking out at the top. When I first wore it, I found a small tear in the crotch, but Father Fred told me it was meant to be there. He told me I had to put my cock through the hole, and when I did what he said, the fuzz bits around the hole tickled the root of my cock. Father explained that on the day, I would be expected to put my cock through the hole so the audience would see it. The costume would show every shape and curve of me to the crowd, and that they would want to see my cock. He had also forbidden me from cumming for the last week, so with practising each night and the fur getting me aroused, I had to stop regularly to prevent myself from cumming on the spot. "Hey there, folks!" I said to myself in my mirror, blushing at what I saw in the reflection. "Hoppy intermission! Remember to stretch those legs and nibble on some snacks!" My cock jutted up proudly from the fur; I gulped to myself, knowing everyone would see it on the day. I wished my face would be hidden to hide who I was, but Father Fred said it was important for the audience to see who the cock they were seeing belonged to. "Wow, look at you all! "I continued, practising my lines. "You're all looking up at me as if it's a staring competition! Don't be afraid to look at my little bunny penis sticking out down there. I know it's not as furry as some of yours out there, but I don't mind if you want to look or want to take pictures." My voice always cracked at the end. Imagining all the people sitting at home with pictures of my dick on their phones made the pit of my stomach feel weird. I hopped around my room, reciting my lines as best I could, my cock bobbing up and down along with my pretend enthusiasm. My Dad didn't know what I was up to, but this time, I must have gotten carried away with all the hopping. He walked into my room to see what all the noise was without me noticing and saw me and my exposed cock prancing about in my revealing outfit. "What on earth is this?" He bellowed from behind me. Startled to hear his voice behind me, I turned to see my Dad standing there, his expression a mix of disappointment and anger. There I was, in my bunny costume, mid-hop, my red rock-hard penis jutting out for him to see. "Dad, I can explain," I stammered, my face red as a ripe tomato. My Dad stared down at me in shock. I swallowed hard, feeling another knot forming in my stomach. I knew Dad was concerned about my involvement with Father Fred, but this would have been a new, unexpected level for him. I could see the confusion in his eyes at what I was doing, his realising this was all too much for him to handle. "It's for the easter concert, Dad. " I stammered, searching for the right words. "Father Fred wants me to wear it. So people can see me." My Dad blinked, trying to process the information. His anger appeared to subside, but disappointment remained. "Benji, I know you and Father Fred have been up to some strange things. I've supported it until now, but this... this is too much." "It's fine, Dad, I promise. Yeah, people will see me like this, but it's just a play. I want people to see me." My Dad stared at me, torn between his desire to understand and his concern for me. After a moment of silence, he let out a deep sigh, rubbing his temples, his voice deep with resignation. "Benji, I want to support you and Father Fred, but he's taking you down a path I can't comprehend. As a priest, I know he knows what is best for you, but perhaps... perhaps it would be better for you to spend some time away for a while." "Time away? What do you mean, Dad?" "I just can't bear to see you like this. " Dad hesitated before continuing, " Maybe it would be a good idea if you lived with Father Fred for a bit. I trust Father Fred and his mentorship. If you could spend some time with him, it would also give me time to adjust." My mind raced, and my cock ached at the thought of Dad's suggestion. Father Fred had so much control over me already that I couldn't begin to imagine what living with him would be like. Even living at home, Fred had control over my body and whether or not I could cum. Leaving home and living alone with him seemed like it would be only more extreme. "Dad, are you sure about this?" I asked hesitantly. "I mean, I can stop if you don't want me to do it." My Dad nodded, his expression serious yet determined. "Benji, I want what's best for you. Father Fred has been a significant influence on you lately, a good influence, too. I want to understand it all. I just need time." I looked at my Dad. He wasn't just trying to push me away; he genuinely cared about me. His suggestion made sense, even if it was a little scary. --- Dad and I were standing in front of Father Fred's house the same evening when Dad knocked on the front door. Father Fred answered in a white silk dressing gown, immediately making me wonder what he was wearing underneath. He looked to see my Dad and then down at me as if he had been expecting our arrival. "And to what do I owe the company of you two fine gentleman and gentleboy this evening?" he boomed. "Father Fred, " Dad began, "I'm here to discuss a proposition regarding Benji." "Of course. What is it?" Dad cleared his throat before continuing. "I've been giving it a lot of thought, and I've come to believe that it might be better for Benji to live with you for a while, Father Fred. If you would allow it." Dad was never one to mince words with what he wanted, so I looked up at Father Fred, looking for his reaction. I wondered whether he was hard or not under his gown, his bare feet only raising my suspicion of his nudity. His eyebrows rose in surprise at my Dad's suggestion, and he glanced at me for confirmation. I nodded, my heart pounding, knowing what staying with Father Fred would likely mean. "I trust your mentorship and guidance," Dad continued, "but I've also noticed profound changes in Benji since he started spending time with you. The way he behaves, the things you have him do. It's working well for him, but it's taking a toll on me." "Hrm, this is an unconventional request. How long would you expect me to take in your boy?" "Could you look after him for a week or until after the show? I wouldn't ask this if I didn't believe it was the best way to help me understand." "Very well, that's only a short time. I'll look after your son," Fred agreed. "Benji and I can spend some time together, and then perhaps after that, we can talk." "Thank you, father," Dad said. My Dad and Father Fred shook hands, and then Dad left me, leaving me there alone. Tears welled in my eyes, watching Dad go, thinking about what I might have to endure living here. With his usual firm demeanour, Father Fred turned his attention to me as soon as my Dad left, his voice commanding but also soothing, one which I only wanted to obey. "Benji, it seems you have quite a journey ahead. Let's make the most of this opportunity." "I'm ready, Father Fred. I trust you." I nodded nervously. "Good. Follow me inside." Father Fred smiled, his expression shifting to become more authoritative. " My heart was racing even though we hadn't done anything yet. I had never been to Father Fred's house. Father Fred ushered me inside, his bedgown swaying as he walked, showing much of his hairy, bare legs. I quickly found myself enamoured by the mere chance of serving him in private, alone. I had never seen him in this kind of dress and wanted nothing more than to please him. "First, I will establish the rules of this house," Father said. "Remove all of your clothes." I hesitated for a moment but then obeyed. I had gotten naked in front of Father Fred countless times, so I had no shame in him seeing all of me again. Apart from the clothes on my back, I had only packed my bunny costume and bathroom gear, but I suspected I wouldn't have much use for clothes while I stayed here anyway. My chest was beating with apprehension as Father Fred moved closer. His presence was commanding and comforting to me at the same time. He gently took my soft cock in his warm hand. I closed my eyes, focusing on the gentle touch of his fingers. "In my home, you will follow my instructions without question. I know this has not been a difficulty for you thus far, but I will require much more of you than before. You will not wear clothes under this roof. You will not ejaculate without me or an approved adult present. You will not even use the bathroom without my express permission. Do you understand?" "Yes, father." I gulped, though it didn't seem too bad so far. He gently squeezed my sensitive cock between his palm before cupping my teen balls a bit firmer than before, causing me to jump. I whimpered as he caressed me, my cock hardening in his hand. "We have much work to do, Benji," he said. "Through discipline and guidance, you will find your true path. Now. Kneel." I nodded in response to Father Fred's instructions, my naked limbs shaking as I bowed in front of him. I felt vulnerable and exposed. My cock was hard as iron, but I knew there was zero chance I would get that satisfaction tonight. Father Fred's hands, still warm, moved from my head to my shoulders, and he looked down at me with expectation. "You must understand that living with me means embracing my teachings fully. First, you will be initiated. You will follow a strict daily routine of servitude towards men, prayer, study, and self-erection. It won't be easy, but I will guide you every step of the way." "I'll do what you tell me, Father. I promise." "Good. Take out my penis." I undid Father Fred's silk bathrobe belt, finding to no surprise he was wearing nothing underneath. He wasn't hard yet, but I assumed that was my job; his semi-soft 5 inches slightly drooping above his large egg-sized balls. "Recieve my penis into your mouth." Again, I followed without question. Like many times before, I took Father Fred's manly cock in my hands, leaning forward and feeling his exposed glans slipping past my lips. I looked up to him for approval, dabbing my tongue at his pisshole slit, his warmth and girth expanding in my mouth. I love the way his manly musk and pubes press against my face. Expecting that he wished me to make him cum, I brought my small hand to his hefty ballsack, sucked some air through my nose and began to pleasure him once more. "No." Father Fred said as soon as I started. "This is a test for you, Benji. You are not to suck me. I wish to urinate, and you are to receive it." My face must have shown my concern as Father Fred stared down at me. With my face buried in his crotch, I waited with his cock resting in my mouth, the tip brushing slightly against the back of my throat. With his hand still on my head, he commanded, "Close your eyes." I obeyed, resigning myself to my fate. Father Fred ran his fingers through my hair, gripping my head as he relaxed and tried to go. I felt the first few warning drips, so I sealed my lips around him and braced myself. When his pee started to hiss into my mouth, I began to swallow like mad. "Mmmmmfff!" I moaned in shock at the sudden inrush. "Shhh. No noise. Just drink." Father Fred sighed as he held my head firmly in place. "You will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes on you, and you will be my witness. The sceptre will not depart from Judah, nor the ruler's staff from between his feet, until he to whom it belongs shall come." I didn't hear what Father Fred was talking about; I was far too busy trying to keep up with the torrent of hot piss gushing from his cock. He must have been full to bursting because I passed the 10-swallow mark, it wasn't until I neared the 15-swallow point that I started to worry if he would ever stop. His piss tasted like nothing like I had tasted before. It tasted sharp and salty and somewhat acrid but also watery. My mouth was like a sink drain for him as Fred relieved himself, and I could taste every drop as it swirled down my neck into my stomach. "Good. " Fathe Fred said above me, "Continue to drink." I was starting to struggle as he said that. I needed to cough, but with so much urine, I'd barely had time to catch my breath. Keeping my mouth firmly attached, I kept swallowing, desperate to breathe, as he expelled everything to the last few drops. "Wow, that was a lot!" I said as I spluttered the last bits down. "Quiet. Turn around. No noise, Benji." Still on my knees, I turned around, my back to him. Father Fred pushed me down onto my hands and knees, his hands on my ass as I felt him line his cock up to my hole. Again this was a similar place for me, and Father Fred's cock was no stranger inside my hole. The grunt I released as he pushed himself in was immaterial as he punctured his cock straight inside. With no lube, his entry stung more than usual; I was used to him fucking me, just not used to it raw. I kept my lips sealed as he requested, Father Fred pushing my legs into a better position before starting to fuck in. I held myself in the position he created for me, on my knees with my legs spread and my ass slightly upturned, allowing him to fuck down, his hands groping my attention-starved cock. "They impaled him on the pole he had set up for Mordecai," Father grunted behind me. "Plant your seed of hope in the fertile soil of faith, and watch it grow into a bountiful tree of blessings. In faith, sow your seed countless times, and dozens of harvests shall bless your unwavering spirit." He was panting as he started to really fuck me, his hands pulling almost painfully on my balls during his fever, which I knew were forbidden to cum. It was his seed father was talking about, not mine. He was going to cum into me countless times, and I was the tree that needed to grow. I bowed my head as he railed into me, his fingers digging into my buttcheeks as his manly body sweated over mine. What he said all made sense in his weird way. Without lube, his cock in me hurt more than usual, but I figured Fred wanted it this way this time. His cock could stretch me like no other man's cock could.It pushed in and out, pulling and stretching the skin on my hole. His moans of satisfaction made me smile; as hard as Fred was to me, making him feel good made me happy. His cock throbbed against my rim as he came deep inside my ass; the soreness I had down below from the raw fuck didn't matter; I had served Father once more. "Stay," Father Fred warned as he removed his drooling penis from my used boyhole. I remained on my hands and knees as Fred left the room and me there, only for him to return moments later. "This stays inside you at all times, " Father said, inserting what felt like a plug into my hole. "It will seal my seed within you." "But what if I need to use the bathroom, Father?" "I told you, I control that part of you. Not only do I control when you enter the bathroom, but any of your other functions as well. The plug will stay there, trapping my seed. Just as your cum will stay trapped within your testes, mine also will reside within you." My stomach grumbled as if protesting my newfound restrictions. I could feel Fred's cum inside my ravaged hole and my own cum within my deprived boys. My entire being was now at Father Fred's mercy. **************************************************************** ** feedback always welcome to shutup_nz@hotmail.com ** ****************************************************************