Date: Thu, 2 Feb 2023 09:31:33 +0000
From: Billie353535 Vegita <shutup_nz@hotmail.com>
Subject: Confessing to father fred (part 8 - adult youth)

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It had been a month since Father Fred had given me any release. Not long
ago, going two weeks without jerking off would have seemed impossible,
but my rigid, tender erection in front of me was becoming more obedient
by the day. I knew my place now. I knew my body was Father Fred's. He had
saved me from lust, teaching me that it was not my cock that needed my
regular attention but his.
I stood alone as Father Fred, and a dozen or so other men gathered in the
main church hall. I was peering from behind a door. It wasn't a Sunday
masse; it was Saturday, with Father Fred having arranged a seminar with
some like-minded men. Father George and Mr Brown (Father Kevin) were
here, along with Robby, his boy devotee. They were all dressed smartly;
even Robby was wearing clothes this time, a nice little black and white
suit and tie.

I watched them through the slim crack in the door, everyone becoming
seated while Father Fred stood a stand at the pulpit. I was just in a
bathrobe that Father Fred had given me, naked and hard underneath. In the
centre of the stage was a chair with a long white candle on a small table
next to it. Butterflies brewed in my stomach at the moment. Father Fred
would call for me any second, and I would have to leave my bathrobe
behind and stand naked on stage, just as Father Fred had told me.

"Thank you all for coming." Father Fred began. Even just hearing his
voice made the edges of my balls tingle. I wondered if he had cummed
today or if I would be able to please him before this was all over.

"When they came to Jerusalem," Father continued, "they were welcomed by
the church and the apostles and elders, to whom they reported everything
God had done through them. Their nakedness will be exposed and their
shame uncovered. The priest is to examine them, and if there is a
swelling in the skin that has turned the hair, and if there is raw flesh
in the swelling, pray that you will not fall into temptation.

"These are the written words of the Bible. They are cherry-picked, mind
you, but their message is clear. Some of you may be apprehensive about
what we do here, and the priests understand this completely. It is not a
sin for the children of God to serve us; it is his very intention! Who
are we to deny his plan when those very children come to us seeking
help?"

The door creaked as I watched; some men nodded in agreement. Robby was
sitting near the front, listening intently while Mr Brown's hand lay
deliberately in the eight-year-old's lap.

"How do you come across such boys?" one man asked. "How do you get them
to do as you want without payment or coercion?"

"The boys come to US, dear fellow. In the case of Benji, he came to me to
confess his feelings. If it is part of God's will, you do not need to
search for them; they will come to you, and you do not need to coerce
them.

"I find that hard to believe, Father, " the same man argued. "I run a
business in another town--a brothel if you will. It only survives through
the generosity of the rich, and if we didn't have that, who knows what
the boys might say. Hell...uh... sorry, father... I mean, heck, we'd
probably have trouble getting the boys to do anything at all if it
weren't for the money our rich supporters offer!"

"Well, Gavin was your name, was it? Gavin, we pay no retribution to these
boys. They serve the church only because they WANT to serve. They do it
because they love men. Occasionally, some boys will waiver, but that is
why you need a firm but fair hand to remind them. Now, Gavin, I knew
there would be some doubters today, so I have prepared something special
for you to see. Benji? Come on out, please."

Oh crap. That was my cue.

I pulled open my robe, letting it fall behind me as I exited the door.
Immediately I felt eyes on my nude form, and I returned each of their
pervy gazes, looking each one in the face. I didn't know many of them,
but Robby and Mr Brown smiled at me. I noticed my dad was watching from
the back too.

My rock-hard erection led the way, with my few pubis strands hanging like
threads on either side of my cock. As instructed, I sat in the chair,
throwing my legs over each armrest, ensuring my penis and blue balls were
displayed for all the strange men to see.

I was in my fourth week of not being allowed to cum. I was familiar with
the constant feeling of blue balls now, and it was persistent to the
point where I had gotten used to it. My balls ached constantly, but I
learned not to touch myself, letting my cum simmer for when the time came
that Father Fred needed it.

I watched in adoration as Father Fred approached me. This was the first
part of why I was here. He took his cock out in front of everyone,
directing me to kiss its end and show my loyalty to him. With a firm
hand, he guided his penis into my mouth, the weight of it resting on my
tongue. Our eyes met as he began to piss, his acrid flow filling my mouth
as he relieved himself as he saw fit.

"As you can all see, Benji has no hesitation toward serving me. In fact,
he provides this service to Father George and me while we deliver sermons
on Sundays. He hides within the podium, allowing us a bathroom break
without the need to leave the stand. The words of the mouth are deep
waters, but the fountain of wisdom is a rushing stream. The son of man
trembles as he drinks your water, lord and lust but worthy of praise."

Father Fred pulled himself away from my mouth before turning toward the
crowd. My stomach grumbled with his manly broth, and I could still taste
his essence in my mouth.

"If anyone else should wish to relieve themselves, Benji will now do so
gracefully," Father announced.

I looked among the various people in the crowd; the one called Gavin
stood up and approached me. Until today I had only drunk Father Fred and
George's piss, and I wondered what the other men would be like. Counting
Mr Brown, I had only handled three adult cocks so far.

Gavin seemed familiar with this kind of thing; he wasn't shy when he took
out his penis and directed me to it. He was definitely smaller than
Father Fred and a little more unkempt. Even just pulled through his fly,
I could see his dark, course pubes twisted all around inside. His
foreskin was still intact, which he unfurled to show me the bright red
head of his glans. I obediently took him into my mouth just in time,
looking him in the eye as Father had told me. His pee was different from
Fred's and George's, tasting faintly of beer. It was watery, but his
pressure was more powerful, possibly because he was younger. I could
smell his cologne, too, masking his true scent. He seemed to piss forever
as our eyes locked, this strange man using my mouth as a receptacle for
his cock. I caught him glancing at my twitching cock more than once by
the time he was done.

Robby was next to use me; being only eight, I expected his brew would be
lighter than the two men's.

"Hey, Benji!" Robby chirped as he pulled his soft member from his pants.

"Hey, Robby... "

Robby's tiny pecker and bald groin were fresh and clean, but I was
surprised when tasting his pee. This flow almost stung the back of my
throat with how much pressure was behind it, and the taste was much more
potent than the men's. His stream was hot, and his bitter lemon broth
caused wisps of steam to escape from my mouth. Robby's bladder was
smaller and with his stream being so forceful, he finished much more
quickly than the others.

When Robby sat back down, no further men seemed willing to let me drink,
and Father Fred returned to his sermon. Fred had already told me what he
wanted me to do after this part.

With my belly full of piss, I took a deep breath. I slumped in the chair
and pulled my knees to my ears, ensuring everyone could see my
not-so-virgin teenage anus. Then, taking the candle from the table, I
turned it and slowly inserted it into my hole.

My brain was starved for any sexual stimulation, and when I felt the
candle push into my anus, an embarrassing moan escaped my lips. I heard
my gasp of pleasure echo around the walls, my cock lurching back to full
mast. I knew I couldn't stop now, my groans of pleasure sounding
outwardly and openly and my cock leaking as I buried the candlestick
deeper into my body. My toes curled, my cock drooled, and I threw my head
back as I fought off the urge to cum.

"A boy, Benji's age, wants nothing more than to expel his seed upon the
earth." Father Fred continued during my orgasm-denied stupor. "Young and
virile, their minds are overwhelmed with the constant need to masturbate.
At thirteen, their bodies are tortured with it; they will do anything for
a man if it means being able to drain their swollen balls. Alas, stuck in
their classrooms all day, their budding testes fill faster than they have
the opportunity to empty them.

The first time I denied Benji the opportunity to cum, he only managed a
couple weeks before needing release. The second, he managed to last three
weeks while I was away. This time poor Benji here has been denied the
pleasure of cumming for four weeks, his body just a puddle of sexual
lust. Four weeks since his last cum. Four weeks of not feeling his thick
boy cream channelling down his young penis, bursting forth with waves of
pleasure."

"Nuuuhhh! " I groaned, still fucking myself with the candle.

"As desperate as he is, Benji understands that the needs of his cock are
irrelevant. By serving the men of the church, his body becomes ours, and
it is our cocks that have priority. We may be so kind as to allow him to
ejaculate, but this comes at a distant second."

"What about me?" I heard Robby ask from the crowd. "I'm not a man. Am I
not allowed to cum, either? I can't even do that yet..."

"In the eyes of the Lord, you are a guest in this house." Father Fred
explained. "The men designated by name took the prisoners, and they
clothed all who were naked from their plunder. They provided them with
clothes and sandals, food, and drink."

"Cool! Can we do other things too? Like, can I use his cock if I want?"

"In this church, his body is yours as much as mine, Master Robert. You
can use him as you see fit; however, as I command, he is forbidden to
fulfil his bodily desires on this day."

I had only half heard what they were talking about when, in my haze, I
saw Robby coming up to me again. My head was dizzy with lust, my eyes
blurry, but I still tell he was getting undressed. Instead of just taking
out his penis, he took off his shoes, socks, and trousers, followed by a
pair of skimpy red briefs. His little pecker from before was hard now, a
modest 2 inches, slim and stiff in anticipation.

"Sorry, Benji. Father Fred says you aren't allowed to cum, but I've
wanted your big teen dick inside me since we met. Men's cocks are too
big, but yours should fit okay."

His white shirt still concealed his buttocks as he lowered down, but I
could tell when his hole and my penis met. I could feel the softness of
his baby-smooth skin against my knob; there was brief pressure, but he
was determined. Robby grunted and had a strained look on his face. He
reached an arm behind himself, and finding me with his hand, he punctured
my cock into his schoolkid behind. His ass squeezed my pole as I
stretched his narrow love tunnel open. The chute between his hole and his
insides was impossibly tight.

"Oh fuck, Robby... I'm so close. Be careful."

Father George approached us from the corner of my eye. He knelt down
behind Robby, out of my sight, and moments later, I felt the searing
sting of cold against my bloated balls. He'd found some ice and pressed
it against my trembling orbs, ending any hope of my orgasm.

"Sssssssssss.." I hissed through my teeth, my baren balls clenching with
fright from the sudden cold.

Ignoring my plight, Robby happily fucked his hole onto my erection, his
little ball bag bouncing up and down merrily like they were on some
amusement ride.

The room was silent, watching us two boys go at it. Robby's hoots and
yelps were becoming more frequent, his pleasured feelings approaching the
precipice. Father George, either expertly or cruelly, ensured I remained
hard, applying any other icy remedies if he saw my balls begin to
tighten. I was jealous. Robby was going to dry-cum, and I would have to
wait another day. But this was the will of Father Fred.

"Your cock is so hot in me, Benji," he huffed as he continued springing
in my lap. "I wish I were big like you so I could take bigger ones... but
you'll do for now... hehe. Mmmmm. "

"Robby... "

"I can feel my feelings coming, Benji... Oooh... Yours is smaller than a
big man's one, but you still go so deep in me. Your big, hot teen dick
all the way in my bum feels so nice. Oh, I'm going to... I'm... Ahh!

Robby arched his back in front of me, his chest arching forward, but his
back was concave as his cum overwhelmed him. His little bone danced
erratically all on its own, pulsing; his balls were too young to produce
any cum.

I heard the crowd clapping. My mind was fogged in, my ears reporting the
tight sucking sound as Robby pulled my cock from his tight ass. Below me,
Father George took the candle that was still embedded in my hole and
placed it on the floor beside him. My hole was open and ready just as
Father Fred had planned, with the pinkness around the rim like a beacon,
inviting anyone in the room to give me a try. This was the last task
Father Fred had asked of me during this event.

"If... " I staggered, "If anyone wants to come and fuck my teenage
asshole, you are welcome. I have stretched it, and it is ready for anyone
who would like a go. If you want to take pictures or videos of me home
to, uh, masturbate to, that's fine. Just remember; however you want to
use me today, I'm not allowed to cum for you."

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