Date: Sat, 4 Nov 2017 21:48:14 +0000 From: Qwik Lub Subject: Cumpire: Father Michael Disclaimer: Unless you are brand new to Nifty you know how this works. This is a work of fiction portraying consensual sex between men and boys. No real or fictional characters were harmed during the writing of this story. Do not read this if you are philosophically blind. If you are legally blind be sure to turn up the volume on your reader (thanks Fred!). If you are in a country or jurisdiction where it is illegal to read such material do not tell anyone what you are doing. We know you are doing the same things we do. We won't tell either. If you are a minor, pretend you are in the same situation as the folks above and follow that advice. If this material offends you face the fact that you are here because it turns you on. After you get off, go seek professional help to deal with your feelings. (See the "blind" part above.) All constructive comments are welcome at qwiklub@hotmail.com. All flames will be ignored. Thanks to everyone who contributes to keep Nifty going. Keep 'em up! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html I am a Cumpire. Like my vampire cousins I need to feed on a regular basis to feel alive. My particular taste is for young teen males who can produce copious amounts of cum to keep me alive and young. I love feasting on street kids; throwaways, runaways, gay, straight, bi or clueless it doesn't matter. I love the hunt. I always hunt alone. Well, to be more honest I normally hunt alone. Of course that would change once I transformed Tommy as I knew I was going to do. Once he became my fledgling there would be no stopping his insatiable hunger. That's how it was for me when Jake gave me my powers. However, even immortals can still be surprised. Father Michael was one such surprise. We met while I was hunting. At first one might question how a cumpire and a priest could be anything but enemies. But on the other hand considering that there are many priests who love having their way with young boys it actually made sense we would become cumpatriots. I spotted a kid panhandling on a corner. Little Rudy was only 12 and small even for his age. He had strawberry blond hair and a small frame. Rudy was around 4' 8" and maybe 80 pounds at most. I doubted he would be able to produce enough cum to feed my needs. Still he was cute enough to talk to, and I had learned some time ago that if I waited long enough every boy was sure to start producing the kind of loads I needed to be satisfied. Being an immortal means patience is a natural characteristic. I decided to check him out. But before I could cross the street I saw this tall, distinguished looking man walk up to the boy. With dark, stylishly cut hair and a touch of grey at the temples, the man was maybe in his late 30's or early 40's, fit and wearing the stereotypical clerical uniform, black shoes and black suit over a black shirt with a white collar. A priest straight out of central casting. With my enhanced hearing I easily heard him strike up a conversation with the boy as though I was already standing next to them. The priest spoke first. "Hello young man. My name is Father Michael. What is your name? "Rudy, sir." "May I ask why you are out here begging for money. Are you trying to help your family?" "No sir." Rudy politely replied. "I have no family. I never had a dad. And mom..." His eyes began to well up. The priest gently probed. "I'm sorry, did something bad happen to your mom?" "She... She's been doing all kinda crazy stuff and she's gone again and I dunno if she's even...." His voice trailed off. "When did you last see her?" "Down by the docks. She was walking off with a guy. She told me to wait. But she didn't come back. That was maybe two months ago." I knew the docks. They were notorious for drug whores. Unhappy endings were a common occurence so this kid was defintely on his own. "I am from the St. Aelred Home for Boys. We have a place for kids like yourself who need a safe haven in hard times. You can come stay with us until your mom returns. You'll have plenty of food and a comfortable bed. I don't have to tell you the streets aren't a safe place to sleep. Plus the weather is turning bad and you won't want to be exposed to that." Dammit! This Father Michael just stole my signature pickup line! I knew I should have copyrighted it. As if that weren't enough, I could sense his body flushing, his heart beating a little faster, and his temperature rising. I didn't think he was a true cumpire, but I knew for sure he liked boys and was about to collect this little blond. I decided to follow them and see what happened. It would not do to be seen stalking them outright, so as they moved away and turned the corner I stepped into the shadows and flew up to the roof to pursue them from above. Once on the rooftops I could see right away where they were headed. In the distance was a set of tall, twin gothic towers clearly marking the location of a church. As we all got closer I could see the Home. St. Aelred's. Named for the patron saint of gays. I was very interested to learn what went on inside. It was a large building with a gated entrance and had an attachment directly to the church. Father Michael led Rudy past the entrance of the Home and into a passage between the Home and the church. Normally I don't enter churches because I have no reason to. It's not because they are sacred or could hurt me the way holy water could hurt a vampire. The only liquid that could hurt a cumpire was breast milk or a particularly wet, slimy woman's part rubbing against me. I shuddered at the thought. This time however, I was intrigued to see why Father Michael and the boy appeared to be going into the church so late in the evening. I'm sure it wasn't to say Mass. As it turns out they weren't going into the church after all. Halfway down the alley between the Home and the church Father Michael stopped. He appeared to pull a brick away from the wall and then activiated a keypad. A hidden door swung open. They went inside. I scanned the area for any sign of surveillance, a natural habit of the hunt. Seeing no worries I floated from the roof down next to the door. The keypad was actually behind a false brick facade as was the door. I focused on the keypad to see which numbers were still warm with the priest's touch. 2-6-9. I nearly laughed out loud seeing this. Whatever doubts I had about what might go on in this place were quickly erased. This home was obviously all about gay sex. Once inside I saw Father Michael talking to an older teen who then moved off with little Rudy in tow. Father moved elsewhere. I decided to mask my presence in the shadows and explore what was going on in this place. There was nothing of interest on the first floor. It appeared to consist of classrooms and offices. I went up a stairwell to the second floor. Every room had a number like a hotel. Now I was passing bedrooms. I noted that only a few of the doors appeared to have keyholes or locks. That meant anyone could enter most of the rooms at will, but lock out others when privacy was desired. That was certainly convenient for predatory priests. I didn't need a doctorate in psychology to understand how this worked. I moved on. From the increasing sounds I was moving closer to the common areas. I stopped in an alcove, and surveilled the scene. The common area had a number of teenagers I estimated to be between 12 and 17 give or take a year. They were all scantily dressed in boxers, briefs, or thigh high sport shorts. They could have been a gymnastics team, but their bodies were much more typical of average teenagers. A few were wearing tank tops. Most were shirtless. Everywhere the eye could see was boy flesh. I loved this place already. When the room thinned out to only a couple of boys I dared moving beyond that space. There were still two boys in the common area. One was playing some game on a mobile platform. The other was also playing a video game, but looked up as I crossed. We locked eyes. I do not know how, but undoubtedly he saw me. I mentally directed him away, but he continued to look at me. The boy was definitely a cutie with dark wavy hair, blue eyes, and a very tight little body. He had a nice bulge in his briefs. I raised a finger to my lips in the universal sign for silence. He nodded once. I smiled and gave him a thumbs up then kept moving. I was going to have to think about what just happened. I continued exploring. I hit a nerve center when I reached the bathroom shower area. The sounds guided me to what I soon saw was a small orgy. It was an old style gang shower, basically a large space with shower heads lining the walls every couple of feet and more shower heads coming four at a time out of three floor to ceiling poles that filled the center space. You could probably have 30 people showering at the same time. The room was not filled at this moment, but it was plenty busy. There were three older men, also priests I assumed, and four young teen boys. It had far too much light for me to hide myself. However, everyone was too engrossed in their own activities to notice me. One man was laying on his back, legs raised, and holding the head of a little kid while the boy rimmed him. From the man's hardon I assumed the kid was doing a great job. Another man was on his knees. This guy was much older, nearly bald with a fringe of white-grey hairs. Two older teens were standing on either side pissing on him. He was loving it, opening his mouth to receive their juice then sucking each in turn. The third man was rimming and fingering a boy on his hands and knees. The man was gentle and insistent with his touch and tongue. The kid was moaning his pleasure. After many minutes of this intense ass focus the man stopped and wet his hard cock. He positioned his swollen tool at the boy's rear entrance and slid inside with one smooth motion. The boy groaned out loud. The man started a slow, steady fuck of the young boy beneath him. I was fascinated by his cock sliding in and out. The slapping of his hips and balls against the boy's butt echoed off the walls. I stopped paying attention to the rest of the room as I watched this man fuck this boy. After several minutes the guy pulled out and came across the boy's back. He continued rubbing his spent cock over the boy's back. Finally the man stood pulling the boy up with him and they began showering. I moved on from the shower area to make a brief exploration of the rest of the building. There were two more floors above this one. The third floor was pretty much laid out the same as the second. I could sense over 150 boys and 30 plus men present in the building. Just about every man was engaged in some kind of sexual activity with one or more boys in either the private rooms or the bathroom shower areas based on what I could hear and sense. Many more of the boys were engaged in some type of play with each other. Now that I had confirmed my suspicions of what going on here I knew it was a perfect feeding ground. Never mind the hunt. I had just found the 'Hole Foods' for cumpires. All that remained was to confront the leader, possibly Father Michael, and cement (or semen-t) my place in this cumnest. I returned to the first floor figuring his office would be there. I cast my senses wide to find and focus on Father Michael. It did not take long to hear his voice and follow that to a space near his office. An older teen spoke. "Here he is, Monsignor." I half expected Rudy to be the night's main dish, but Father was taking another young boy. From all the clues - the secret entrance to which he had the code, the apparent freedom to bring new boys into the orphanage and into his office, the greeting of the older teen as he brought Father Michael his boy toy - I knew I was correct that he was the key to having my run of this smorgasbord of boys. I slid into the room behind the older boy as he left. Father Michael was wearing only a towel. This boy Steven was red headed and slight, approximately the same proportions as Rudy. He was wearing tighty whities and sandals, and he had a robe in his hands he must have removed just before entering the office. "Good evening Steven. Do you know why you're here?" "Yes, holy father." "Are you prepared to worship with me?" "Ummm. Yes. Yes, sir." The boy looked frightened. Not only could I see him trembling; I could also feel and hear his heart beating rapidly. I could sense that although this was not the first time he had been here, he was still relatively new to the whole experience. It was time for me to turn the tables on this priest and make my presence known. In less than a blink of their eyes I materialized out of the shadowed corner of the room to stand next the boy. Father Michael recoiled in shock at my sudden presence. Remember that this was the first time he had seen me. Steven was frozen solid. "Hello Monsignor Michael. I see you love boys. So do I." "Wh-who are you? How did you get in here? Where did you come from?", he hurriedly demanded. "Who I am is less important than what I am. I am a cumpire. You may call me Lestat Letsux." I let that sink in. Yeah the name was a corny joke, but can't a cumpire have a little fun? I could see in his eyes that Father Michael knew what that meant and what I was. He visibly trembled. I grabbed Steven by the wrist. "How old are you?" "T-t-t-t-twelve, s-s-s-s-sir." The kid answered automatically even while his tongue tripped and heart raced even faster. "Has Father had sex with you?", I asked. The boy hesitated. Father Michael was stunned into jaw dropping silence. "Answer me truthfully.", I added with voice command. Father Michael still looked scared himself, but his fear was beginning to mix with anticipation and arousal. "Y-y-yes, sir." I moved behind the boy and began running my hands up his smooth, thin sides. "Tell me what Father has done to you. Tell me everything." I kept using my supernatural voice on the lad knowing full well he had no hope of resisting my demands. "He touches me." I waited and the boy spoke again. "He comes into my bedroom, or in the shower, and feels my peter and my butt. Sometimes he puts his fingers inside me." Father Michael's eyes darted between mine and the boy's smooth hairless body. "Has father sucked your dick? "Yes sir." I could feel the boy's heat rising and smell his hormones flowing faster throughout his young body. "Has Father taught you how to suck his dick?" "Yes sir. Many times." The child was filled to all four inches of rock hard circumsized penis. He showed a beautiful tent in his briefs. His thin, young body was as hard and flushed as his prick. I waited again. Father Michael's towel stuck out from his groin just like the boy's underpants. He had to be packing around 8 inches. Impressive. "Sometimes he gets me out of bed to come to his room." I mentally prodded the child to make the last confession. "When I'm in his room... when I'm in his bed... he puts his thing in my butt." I let that hang in the air and waited. Father Michael's body heat was visibly glowing in the infrared spectrum. His respiration quickened to match his heart rate. I kept sliding my hands across Steven's smooth, soft skin. I felt all over the boy's body. Father Michael's arousal was obvious to all of us. "Has father taught you how to fuck ass?" "Not yet sir. But I want to learn." Jackpot! Both of their cocks were visibly throbbing now. I knew I had complete control and this was only going to resolve with loads of cum. I closed my hands around both of Steven's wrists and drew his hands up behind his head. His pits were creamy and completely hairless. I whispered into the boy's ear, "Spread your legs." Father Michael's eyes were shining with desire as he looked upon the child. No command was needed for him to approach, get on his knees, and start fondling the boy. The Monsignor slowly pulled down the boy's briefs. He gently felt Steven's sex, lightly rubbing and stroking his fingertips over the stiff, young cock and balls. Steven's genitalia glowed red, a deep purple head contrasting with his thin red pubes and pale white skin. After completely undressing him Father began sucking the lad. Steven gasped at the familiar feelings, now intensified in this embarassing, sexual revelation. I freed my penis, added some saliva, then slid up inside the boy. Dear lord what a sweet ass! The two of us ravished the boy. I could sense when Steven was on the verge of cumming and stopped everything to switch our positions. Both Father Michael and Steven obeyed my every command. We manouvered ourselves onto a large, red leather couch in the office. Father Michael sat spread legged and Steven sat on the priest's lap. Now Father was fucking this 12 year old ginger as I sucked the kid's tasty prick. I was about to get the boy's pubescent load. He moaned and gasped quietly. The kid had a fresh, sweet taste to his cum. Steven's orgasm was all that was needed to bring the cleric to the boiling point. Father Michael unloaded deep inside the boy, making scarcely more noise than Steven had. I turned the kid over onto his hands and knees to clean Father's cock with his mouth while I ate Father's load from the boy's ass. As you know I prefer young cum, but I must admit Father Michael's cream tasted pretty darn good coming out of Steven's tight boy butt. Father stood up unsteadily and moved across the room to collapse into a large leather chair. Steven, still on his knees, crawled over between Father's legs to continue sucking the man's dick and licking up stray traces of cum from the man's crotch. The boy was well trained. The priest and I looked each other in the eyes. "You want to feed on our boys don't you?", he asked. "Of course. Why should you priests have all the fun?" "Why should I let you feed here?" I admired his show of bravery, even though we both knew I was in charge here. I chuckled. "First, I know all of you are molesting every boy under this roof, probably with Mother Church and Social Services turning a conveniently blind eye to your activities. It would not do at all to have your form of, shall we say, ministry become public knowledge. Second, there are plenty of boys to share. Third, we both know you can't really stop me. My powers are far greater than anything you could hope to bring against me." I paused to let the Monsignor digest both the threats and the hopelessness of this situation. Now it was time to add the carrot to the stick. "However, I am not heartless. Since we both know what each other enjoys, once we have an agreement I will provide you personally with a fresh boy who will fulfill your every wish." Father's cock was rock hard again and Steven was sucking with abandon. The cleric didn't speak. He could only groan with the mouth working between his legs. However he nodded his head in assent. I turned and walked from Father Michael's office and found my way back to the secret doorway to let myself out. No one else saw me. I went home to make my arrangements. When I returned later that night Tommy was with me. He was freshly showered, dressed in a dark blue jacket, white shirt, blue and yellow striped club tie, and khaki pants. He wore penny loafers without socks on his feet. For fun I added pair of fake Harry Potter-ish glasses. Tommy looked for all the world like a stereotypical parochial school teenage boy. He was even a bit nerdy looking like the kind of boy that has never gotten sex and can only imagine what it's like. As a special surprise for Father Michael, Tommy was wearing a pair of Brad's see-through jocks underneath. I did say I would reward Father Michael for letting me feast in the orphanage. Tommy was going to help me keep my word. We wrapped our arms around each other and I flew us from my rooftop to the alley next to the secret door. We went straight (or gayly forward?) to Father Michael's office. Out an abundance of courtesy I knocked on the door. He was there alone, dressed in a cassock, the long black robe with buttons down the middle from the collar to below the knees. I saw his eyes fix immediately on Tommy scanning him from head to toe as we came through the door. His eyes lingered on Tommy's large basket. "Hello, young man. My Name is Monsignor Michael. What is yours?" "Thomas, Father." "Ah, just like St. Thomas Aquinas. How lovely. You know St. Thomas was straight." "Of course, Father. I'm straight too. Isn't everyone? That's what I learned in catechism." Tommy asked with such open innocence he nearly convinced me he meant it. The immediate sparkle in the cleric's eyes belied his lust for taking straight boys. He was hooked. Father Michael reached out and they shook hands. The priest held on far longer than necessary. Tommy didn't pull back. I was quite proud of my boy. What an actor. He had jumped at the chance to play the priest's boy toy ultimately just to please me. When I did finally make Tommy into a cumpire I was going to make him the strongest the universe had ever seen. He deserved it. In the meantime he showed great promise for developing into an excellent wingman. Sexy Robin to my Batman. Father finally let go of Tommy's hand and walked to his desk to retrieve a map. He offered it to me. "There are four floors. The offices and classrooms are mostly on the first floor. The dormitories and private rooms are on the second and third floors. The fourth floor has my suite and some special playrooms for various interests." That mention triggered my protective instinct. "I have one rule. There will be no S&M or bondage for my boy." I thought of what Tommy had suffered when he was abducted to be made a sex slave, and there was no way in heaven or hell I was going to let him feel even the suggestion of that again. "It's ok Daddy. I'm sure the Monsignor will treat me well and help me learn more about Mother Church." Tommy took my hand and gave me a long kiss on my cheek. It was the perfect symbolic act of chaste love, and I could sense Father Michael's body responding to the sight. He was falling for Tommy's narrative like a barrel over Niagra Falls. "I will be sure to take every care of your boy and teach him more about our Home and our Order. We welcome strangers, as you know." His eyes went back to my boy. "How old are you Tommy?" "15, Father. Well, almost. I will be 15 in another two months." Tommy was such a tease. He knew trying to make himself sound older would emphasize his youth. Father Michael's reaction was predictable. He smiled broadly and his skin flushed. His cock was also growing harder. The priest moved to a door that led to a walk-in closet full of robes similar to the one he was wearing. He reemerged with two robes, one black in my size and a red cassock of Tommy's size. "We will be in my private residence on the fourth floor at the far end of the hallway. You have your run of the building. Please wear this so you will blend in. All of our boys are accustomed to doing whatever is requested with the exception of the brand new boys. We like to introduce them gradually to our ministry. They stay in the dormitory rooms here." He pointed to an area on the second floor of the map. He turned to Tommy. "When we get to my apartment you will put this on, and then our chat-echism will begin." So Father had a sense of humor after all. That was a good thing. When Father turned back to me he was surprised I was already dressed as a priest. I handed the robe back to him. "I will be fine without this." His eyes got a little wider with growing appreciation of my powers. "Will you show me how to put this on, Father?" My Tommy was brilliant in the way he kept seducing this man. He was more than a match and would keep this cleric busy all night. Tommy took the robe from the priest's hands and we followed him out the door. Down the hall we came to an elevator. "Fourth floor and work your way down?", asked Father Michael. "No thanks. I prefer to work my way up from the bottom." I winked at Father Michael, then blew a kiss to Tommy. "I'll be in touch." Tommy knew that meant I would establish our mental link to make sure he was ok. They went into the elevator. Again I saw the deep lust in Father Michael's eyes as he gazed on Tommy. After the doors closed I went up the stairs to begin my feast. It was much later in the night, but as earlier there was lots of sex going on. Men and boys, or boys with boys, engaged in various activities. Unlike earlier most of the scenes were going on behind the closed doors of the private bedrooms. I decided to move toward the shower where I had witnessed the mini-orgy. Just as I got close a tall, fit, blond boy came out wearing only a towel. He must have been around 15/16, hair cut short, body well defined, but not overly built or muscular. To sum up, he was just my type. "Good evening, Father." The boy removed his towel and began vigorously drying his hair. I gazed on his naked body, enjoying the sizable, soft penis swinging with his actions. After a minute the boy stopped, but instead of wrapping the towel around his waist again he hung it around his neck. I got down on one knee and the boy moved closer. I began to grope his junk, then suck his penis. His submission was total and I thought back to Father Michael's comment about how the boys were accustomed to doing whatever was requested of them. There we were in the hallway in flagrante dilecto with no hesitation. I wondered how many times the priests had touched this boy. Given his apparent age if he was here since around the age of 12 then it had to be in the hundreds of encounters. I decided then and there that every boy I had that night would get the full treatment of my cumpire powers. I was going to make sure they received unlimited pleasure instead of only giving pleasure to the clergy as they were expected to do. I focused completely on the slick cock in my mouth while sliding a finger up inside the boy. He began gasping and moaning loudly. "UUhnnhhh, aahhh, aawwww." His hands gripped my head and he started jack rabbitting my mouth. "Oooooohhhhhh, sshhiiiit!!" His load was huge. His whole body convulsed as he dumped into my mouth. I held him up until he could recover his strength and stand on his own two feet. "Oh! My god! Thank you Father. That was the best blowjob I've ever had." The teen started to get down on his knees expecting to return the favor, but I stopped him and pulled him back to his feet. "Tonight it was your turn to have all the fun. You don't need to do anything else. Sleep well." I saw the look of confusion in the boy's face turning to amazement and then appreciation. "A-are you sure?" It was clear this boy was not used to having priests pay attention to his sexual needs. I resisted the temptation to give this boy a full on cumpire kiss. I already made enough of a unique impression that would stay with him for months. Instead I kissed his cheek. The boy embraced me. "Thank you Father. Thank you. If you change your mind, or want anything, I'm in room 214." His gaze reached deep into my eyes. "Anything at all. My name is John." "Thank you John. Have a good night." I passed a hand over his firm butt cheek. The boy walked on down the hallway, looking back at me at he did so. His eyes were full of wonder and joy. His ass was beautiful, dimpled and taught. I paused a moment to feel his sperm coursing through my body and refueling my cumpire powers. I realized that I had been expending an unusual amount of energy tonight. From th earlier visit, to flying here carrying Tommy, to masking my appearance as a priest, to using my sixth sense to observe what was going on all over the building, I was using far more energy in a single night than I had in years or possibly ever in my cumlife. I needed many more loads like John's to replenish the energy I was expending. I took the stairs to the third floor. I sensed the boys were older here, more in their late teens. The rooms were doubles unlike the single rooms on the second floor. I heard the sound of two teens sleeping in the first room I came to. Number 301. The scent of their pheromones alerted me they would have the kind of cumloads I needed. I opened the door and walked in. The boys were in single beds. The one to my left was a brunette and built like a soccer player. The one to the right was a ginger with a slim, swimmer's body. Both were naked under the sheets. I could smell their hormones like a bouquet of horny flowers, and I reveled in the scent. I knew this would be a feast. I went for the redhead first. Pulling back the sheet I saw he was long and uncut. His fire red pubes were thick. I reached out to feel his dick and hairy balls. I began to stroke him. His meat rose and swelled in my hand. I played with his foreskin back and forth over the head, and licked the precum starting to leak from his peehole. I heard his breathing shift, then saw his eyes open. "Oh. Hello Father." That was all. He moved his hands behind his head, revealing hairy red pits in the process. His eyes closed again. He gave himself totally to my sucking mouth. Thinking of my earlier commitment to give these boys a unique level of pleasure I pulled the covers all the way off and crawled up onto the bed between his outstretched legs. Red began to moan, softly at first, than much louder as I put my full powers into the blowjob. We went on like this for maybe ten minutes. Then he cried aloud and started pumping out a huge load. "Holy shit!", came a voice form the other bed. The brunette was up on one elbow watching me drain the redhead. "Oh God! Oh God! Thank you Father. That was amazing! Dude you gotta let Father suck you off. He is awesome!" The brunette ripped away his sheets and came to stand next to the redhead's bed. His cock was already hard, a fat seven plus inches and throbbing with his pulse. His brown pubes were similarly full grown. I was glad the priests did not insist on shaving teens bald. I vacuumed the last of ginger's cum, then turned to sit up on the bed. Next I was sucking the brunette with one hand on his firm ass while my other hand continued playing with the redhead's jewels. I slipped a finger inside the brunette to massage his prostate while I sucked. He played with my hair as he revelled in the bj. Red watched with a smile on his face. Soon brownie rewarded me with his own ginormous cumload. I swallowed every sperm, then turned to resume sucking red's now hard dick. He surrendered his second load with minutes. I turned back to the brunette. My finger never having stopped his prostate stimulation he was also still hard and ready to go again. A few more minutes and I had fed on four huge, teen cumloads in less than 25 minutes. The sounds of their enthusiasm filled the air. "Thank you, Father.", said Red. "Yes. Thank you Father. That was awesome.", added Brownie. "Yeah. That was he best I have ever had. I hope you liked my offering.", Red added. "I did indeed. You both gave me a blessing.", I replied. "What are your names?" "Peter.", said red "Tyler.", said brownie. "Thank you, boys. Peter. Tyler." I nodded to each in turn. "Go back to sleep. But tonight sleep in each other's arms." Tyler got into Peter's bed and they embraced warmly in the afterglow of orgasm. I pulled the covers up over the teens, kissing their foreheads as I did so. As I turned to leave Peter called out. "Father. Please let us worship with you again? Soon?" I blew him a kiss. "I will visit you when I come back." I left their room and continued moving down the corridor as I absorbed their sperm and felt my energy replenishing. I paused to mentally connect with Tommy and see how he was doing. I felt what he felt as the connection was established. Tommy was wearing the red robe gathered up under his arms. He was otherwise naked and bent over a prayer desk. Father Michael was pounding his ass. I heard Tommy's thoughts. 'Hello Master.' He felt good that he was pleasing Father Michael but still wishing it was my cock inside him. That was a nice surprise for me as I normally did not probe his mind at home, even in our intimacy. He spoke out loud, "Yeah Father, fuck me. Breed me." Through Tommy's senses I could hear Father Michael's raspy breathing as he built towards his nut. Things were going just fine so I left the mind meld and decided it was time to explore the fourth floor. I was curious about Father Michael's reference to the special playrooms there. There were no stairs to the fourth floor. Only the elevator had access. Strange, and a bit uncomfortable to know that I was locked into that confined space to get to the fourth floor. However the trip was uneventful. The elevator doors opened and I stepped into a darkened hallway. To my right was a long corridor ending at a massive, ornate door. That had to be Monsignor Michael's suite. To my left a short distance down the corridor there was another, plain door, but not locked or with anything to stop someone from entering. I went in that direction. Beyond the door was a maze I could best describe as like a bathhouse. There were multiple corners, alcoves, passages and private rooms. Sex was happening in every direction I sensed. There seemed to be a central area on one side of this warren of rooms where what I thought of as a rave was occurring. I followed my senses. Men and boys were in every conceivable sex act on a platform in the middle of the room and on couches or loveseats all around the space. I approached the edge of the room and saw naked men and boys in complete abandon. Heavy EDM music was pumping and multicolored lights were flashing in every direction. The males of all ages were naked, hard, fucking, rubbing, sucking, and gyrating all over each other. I scanned the room and then I saw him. It was the boy I had seen in the common area earlier tonight. The one who could see me. He was tucked into a darkened window ledge. The window was painted over to block any light. The boy was wearing light blue briefs and nothing else. The window sill was recessed a foot or so and a pillow lay across the ledge making for a comfortable seating area. The strobe lights played all across the room yet not quite illuminating his perch. The effect masked his presence in a manner similar to my powers. Interesting. Apparently this was a regular spot for him. I approached. "Hello again. Why are you sitting up here instead of joining the action?" He looked at me in a way that let me know he was appraising me. His attitude was very different from all the other boys I encountered this night. His eyes studied me thoroughly before he replied. "I was already there. The priests fucked me at both ends. It's easy to do a round and then let them keep going with the younger ones and the new boys. I can sit here all night and they don't even notice.' I could smell the cum on his body. He sat up and turned towards me. "But you're not one of them. You're completely different. Who are you?" "What do you mean?", I asked. His answer surprised me. "You're dressed in street clothes. You're not staff of the Home, or any kinda priest at all are you?" I mentally checked myself. How could he know this? How was he immune to my persuasion and able to see the real me? Never in all my decades had I ever encountered this situation. From the time Jake turned me I had grown steadily in my powers. Manipulating the thoughts of mere mortals was child's play at this point. Yet this boy was not fooled in the least. I had to learn more about him. I extended my hand. "My name is David. I am a cumpire." He took my hand and gave a firm handshake. "I'm Devin. What's a cumpire?" "I am an immortal being who feeds on semen to stay alive." "Well then that explains why you're here. You certainly came to the right place." He said simply and without a trace of irony. I was amazed. "Why are you here?", I countered. "I dunno. Usual story I guess. Teenage parents who can't raise a kid. Shipped off to an orphanage. Wind up in a place that likes boys. The rest is predictable." "Do you like being here?" I asked awkwardly, trying to remain in control although the reality was I was helplessly smitten before this angel. "It's not about whether I like it or not. We get food and have a place to sleep. Sometimes the priests wake us up at night coming into our rooms for our bodies, but most nights I sleep soundly. There are many more boys than staff so none of us have to take too many men too often. They give us a decent education during the daytime. I think it kinda works for everybody. Ya know?" His attitude was so mature, so reasoned, I felt myself strangely attracted not only to his looks and his body, but to his very soul. "Have you cum tonight?", I asked. "Yeah, but it's ok. I can cum again if you want. Do I look good to you? Am I a boy you want? You can take me right here, or in the middle of the room if you want an audience, or we can go back to my room if you want me in private. I'm in Room 222." I hesitated and Devin took charge. Without waiting for my answer he hopped off the ledge, took my hand, led us out of the rave room back through the maze into the hallway, and toward the elevator. For the first time I felt completely unsure of what was happening. His tight little ass was gorgeous in the briefs. I couldn't help fondling him as we walked. I mentally reached out to check on Tommy and ground myself. He was in Father Michael's bed engaged in a 69. I felt their combined pleasure. "Where are you?" Devin brought me back. "What?", was my startled reply. "Where did your mind go just now?" We were in the elevator descending to the second floor. I felt the need to be on my guard. This boy was beyond unusual and until I understood more I had to be careful. It wouldn't do to let him know Tommy was here. "I was looking around the building. Seeing where other people are and what they are doing." "You can do that? Like be in more than one place at a time or something?", he asked. I nodded yes. "Cool." The kid had no fear. I was smitten. The elevator doors opened and we proceeded down the hallway. Ahead of us I saw a young boy being groped and kissed by a man. They moved into a room and I heard the door lock. Devin led me to his room. Being a boy there was no lock. He removed his briefs in an effortlessly fluid motion and lay back on his bed, pulling his legs up and displaying his boy pussy. I could see cum leaking out from his earlier activity and I dove onto his hole. He sighed almost silently. Obviously silence was a virtue in this place. I found that ironic given that almost everyone was engaged in noisy sex. Nevermind though. The cum from his boypussy was delicious. I tasted both teen and mature cum. All of it was great and I felt supremely powerful. Devin wrapped his arms around my neck, I stood up, and we effortlessly glided into a standing fuck with his legs around my waist, his arms around my neck, my arms around his waist, and my cock driving deep inside his hole. This was fucking heaven. We deep kissed as we fucked. I tried to probe his mind, but encountered a wall. "Babe you are special. Please let me into your mind." Devin never said a word, but in response he rode harder on my cock. His ass seemed to kick into another gear and pull the cum out of me. I gasped and fought against the helplessness I felt as Devin take control of our sex. I am a cumpire. I am ac umpire. I am c am pir I r. Devin drew me inside out as I flooded his young ass. I vaulted him above me to expose his hard cock and drink his impending spooge. Throwing Devin onto his bed I swallowed his jizz like drinking water in the desert. He still hadn't let me into his mind, but writhed under my oral assault of his rod until he passed out. I continued draining him dry. At least I still had that skill he couldn't counter. I mercilessly forced his legs up to feed on his hole. Once I had consumed every drop of sperm in his body I gently arranged him in his bed and covered him with the sheets. Devin opened his eyes. "That was cool. Thank you. I'm here if you want me again. I hope you do." My heart was on fire for this kid.I gave him a full cumpire kiss which put him into a deep, restful sleep. Then I left without another word. I still had to explore his unatural ability to pierce through my powers. But that would wait until later. I was satiated. The sperm of so many males infused my every cell and I felt as powerful as ever in a long time. I was done for tonight. It was time to collect my boy and go home. I took the elevator to the fourth floor, mentally reconnecting with Tommy on the way. Once again on the fourth floor I turned toward Monsignor Michael's apartment, mentally sliding back the lock I entered. They stood before me, Tommy dressed as he was on our arrival and the Monsignor still naked with his arms around Tommy. "Did you have a good time?" I asked. Father Michael responded. "Fuck yeah. You can come here as much as you want if you bring this boy too." Father Michael grabbed my boy's ass and squeezed hard. Tommy blushed and gave the priest a kiss. Want a fantastic wingman. I decided not to tell the Monsignor about Devin, or Peter and Tyler, or John. I knew how to keep him busy while I sorted out these boys, especially Devin. "Until next time." I extended my hand to Tommy which he took naturally. We walked out of the Monsignor's apartment and into the hallway turning at a short stairwell to the roof which I had discovered on my way to Father Michael's suite. We emerged on the rooftop. Tommy wrapped his arms around my neck. I wrapped mine around his body with one hand slipping onto his ass. Immediately I realized he felt different. Tommy giggled and smiled. "Father Michael had such a good time he insisted on keeping my jock. I thought it was awesome." He giggled more. "I can't wait to hear about your adventures, Daddy." Damn I love this boy. I gripped his butt cheek and flew us into the early morning air back to our home. N.B. I'm neither a hater nor a sycophant of Christianity whether in this story or in real life. I just like to do my homework to bring you the best story I can write, and I came across this info in the process. Click on this link to read about St. Aelred. http://qspirit.net/aelred-rievaulx-gay-saint/ Actually I think it's kinda cool.