Date: Mon, 7 Jul 2014 10:54:16 -0700
From: Aislinge Murphy <aislinge.murphy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Growing Up Catholic   Chapter 9

Chapter 9

This is a work of fiction. All disclaimers apply. If you are offended by
sex between and adult and minor, then you should move on.


Brian awoke the next morning with the Bishop kissing his baby cheeks and
then his lips. The Bishop searching the young boys mouth with his tongue,
moaning in pleasure. Sister Anthony stood at the foot of his bed her hands
clasped together at her waist.

"Good morning my beautiful child," the Bishop whispered to young Brian.

 Brian noticed that the Bishop was dressed in his black cassock with red
skull cap. Sister Anthony was fully dressed in her Orders habit. Pulling
the covers from Brian's body the Bishop kissed his neck and then his pale
white chest. The Bishops warm, wet mouth took each pre-pubiscent nipple
between his lips, sucking gently and then kissing one before moving to the
other. Then moaning, he moved his lips down the young altar boy's body,
kissing, licking, tasting the morning sweat on the boys body.  He licked
and lapped at the small 3" cockette sticking up from the boys body. Gentle
taking the small sac in his mouth he ran his tongue around the boy flesh in
his mouth, tickling each ball with his tongue.

Sliding his mouth down the boy cock, his tongue wrapped around the pristine
flesh, the Bishop moaned and shed a tear of pure joy.

"I have to pee Father," young Brian said.

"Please fill my mouth, I am to serve you in all ways," the Bishop said
raising his head from Brian's cock, holding it tightly between his index
finger and thumb, so none of the fluid he hungered for would be lost.

Brian, complied with the Bishops desire, relaxed and let his golden piss
flow into the Bishops mouth, as he locked eyes with Sister Anthony's
smiling face.

"Enough, you have had your fill your excellency," Sister Anthony spoke when
she noticed that Brian had no more pee to fill her Bishop's, mouth and
stomach.

"You are needed in the chapel for morning Mass, I will take care of young
Brian till you return," she said moving towards the side of the bed, taking
up the postion the Bishop vacated, on her knees.

Brian heard the door close as Sister Anthony took his limp cock in her
hands and began spreading lotion over his cock and balls.

"You are not to cum young Brian, you will learn to control yourself as I am
tasked to enlarge your little cock to a size that will please many men and
one day woman."

Sister Anthony took care while massaging Brian's cock, edging him, not
allowing him to cum. Soothing words of praise and control, the old nun
started her task of grooming Brian to be the Bishops master for the next
few years. Reaching into her case she pulled out a glass cylinder and
placed it over his cock. Taking the bulb in her hand she began pumping,
expanding and growing Brian's cock in the cylinder. She would have rather
had her mouth on the tiny cock, but that was not allowed. She was allowed
to kiss the crown in adoration but the only mouths that would feel this
cock belonged to Holy Men, friends of the church and the Bishop. No female
would enjoy this cock in them till the Bishop released him at the age of
14. Until that time Brian and his family would be well taken care of by the
Bishop through his power in the church. Brian's college education would be
provided for as well as his entry into the business world. Sister Anthony
knew this, for it had all happened in the past.

Her mind came back to the task at hand. She was pleased how well the little
cock had expanded in the tube. Turning the wheel on the pump she relaxed
the pressure in the tube, then once again pumped it up again. Brian had a
dry orgasm during the second pumping. Releasing the pressure in the tub the
elderly nun gently removed it.

"Very good young Brian, you lasted for a long time," she said.

"Thank you Sister, I was really trying hard," Brian replied.

"Now we are going to do it again, this time for a little longer," Sister
Anthony said, while once again coating and massaging lotion onto Brian's
cock before gently replacing the tube and pumping again.

Brian could once again feel his cock expanding in the tube. This time,
however, he felt the nuns hand stroking and massaging his balls. She was
pulling on his sac, pushing her thumb between his tiny walnut sized
balls. Then she let the pressure off and pumped again, her one hand never
leaving his sac. She twice removed the tube and lathered Brian's cock with
lotion before starting the process once again. Brian was in such a euphoric
daze that he would go in and out of consciousness as the practiced nun
fulfilled her task as she had done many times before for her Bishop.

Brian remembered the old nun telling him how the Bishop had not been able
to get hard or cum since his last young Master was dismissed. How proud
Brian should be of bringing the Bishop back. How his young mouth aroused
the Bishop to once again cum. How it would never be expected of him again,
that the Bishop had chosen him to be his sexual Master, until he was
dismissed.

At one point Brian saw the Bishop enter the room with timmy. He heard the
Bishop ask Brian's permission to fuck his girlfriend, timmy. Brian looked
at timmy, and relived watching his girlfriend become a cock whore and slut
the night before. timmy bent down and kissed his young lover, asking for
his forgiveness for being a whore and a slut the previous evening. For
taking every cock in his boy cunt he could without asking Brian's
permission, for he belonged to Brian. Then with tears in his girly eyes, he
begged Brian for forgiveness, for the Bishop told him that was the only way
he could be absolved of his sin of disobedience.

"I forgive you timmy, you may give your cunt to the Bishop. Please him or I
will beat you," Brian said, trying to please Sister Anthony and the Bishop
with his words, rather than timmy.

Brian had his second dry orgasm, as the Bishop pushed his hard fat cock
into timmy's boy cunt.  Sister Anthony, smiled at her young charge, this
one would be a true pleasure to groom for her Bishop.

"Wonderful darling, so much better that time, One more time," she said
lathering his cock again before putting the tube back on his cock.

"Take my cock you little whore," the Bishop yelled while pounding into
timmy's cunt.

"Yes father fuck me, fuck me harder, fuck me Bishop," timmy yelled like a
little girl, his face pushed into the hard floor.

The Bishop let out an animal bellow as he pushed hard into the boy cunt and
spurted load after load of cum into the sissy altar boy. At the same time
the nun almost crushed young Brian's sac in her hands, from the sight of
the Bishop shaking in orgasm in the tiny boys cunt.

Brian yelped in pain, she released her hold, apologized and brought her
lips to the bruised sac kissing the pain away, as a mother would a child
with a boo boo.

The Bishop lay on his back and directed timmy to place his swollen cunt
over his mouth and feed him his hot holy cum. Timmy looked at Brian, not
moving till he saw his head nod in approval.

Sister Anthony removed the tube from Brian's cock, raising his head she
showed him the wonder of his first of many sessions with her. His bright
red cock was swollen to a wider girth, the length was noticeably
longer. With care she knew she could easily double the length of his
cockette.. as well as expand the girth to do serious damage to the holy men
that wanted, no needed, a boy cock tearing their asses open. The priests
were gentle with the young boys, but wanted, needed to be hurt, violated,
and raped by their charges.

The Bishop met with father Arder as the two young altar boys showered under
the supervision of Sister Anthony. When she was done drying first Brian
then timmy she handed each new underwear.. a white Y front boy brief for
Brian, new yellow panties for timmy. Kissing each on the forehead she told
them their clothes were on the bed. They were to get dressed and get ready
for the drive home.

Brian noticed Sister Anthony placing his black jock strap in a plastic bag,
as well as timmy's soaked worn panties. When each boy was dressed to leave
she kissed their Gold Crosses and affixed them on the lapels of their
jackets.

Brian looked at timmy's lapel cross and noticed it had a tiny pink stone,
looking down at his he noticed that it had a purple stone.

"I will expect that Father Arder will set up appointments for you and His
Excellency, as well as transporting you to him," Sister Anthony said
placing a kiss on Brian's cheek.

"and you my young beauty will serve your Master Brian and Father Arder,"
she said, kissing timmy on his lips, then licking them assuring herself
that no Holy cum was leaving the retreat on the little cock whore's lips.

The Altar boys were all lined up waiting to leave when the Bishop strode
out. Brian had been directed to the end spot of the line. The Bishop stood
in front of each boy and blessed each with the sign of the cross. When he
reached Brian, the Bishop dropped to his knees, bent his head and kissed
Brian's shoes. Raising his head he kissed the form of his little cock
through Brian's pants. Still on his knees he clasped his hands in prayer
and bent his eyes down. Brian placed two fingers under the Bishops chin and
raised his head, bending he kissed the Bishops lips and made the sign of
the cross on his forehead, as the Bishop had done to each altar boy
before. Every priest in presence as well as each altar boy recognized the
status of this new altar boy from a tiny suburban Parrish.

Then as the Bishop stood next to Brian, each priest in attendance took
their charge by the hand and walked them to stand in front of the
Bishop. The priests bent their heads to kiss the Bishops ring, then turning
they kissed the back of Brian's hand.. Their charges followed in the same
manner.  The last pair were Father Arder and timmy. After timmy had, kissed
the Bishops ring and the back of Brian's hand, he dropped to his knees and
kissed Brian's shoes as the Bishop had done.

The Bishop was the first to leave the retreat, then all the priests with
their young charges drove out. Father Arder, Brian and timmy were the last
to leave.

Brian and timmy moved into the back seat as Father Arder checked that the
retreat doors were locked.

"I love you Brian, no one will ever touch me again unless I have your
permission," timmy said, with his head bent down.

Brian turned to his girlfriend, raised her head and brought his mouth to
his. Brian pushed his lips hard against timmy's pushing his tongue into his
girlfriends mouth. His ardour increased as he heard the whimpering moans of
joy uttered from deep inside timmy.  Timmy wrapped his little arms around
Brian's neck and held on for dear life. Timmy was in love and Brian was
returning his love. His little boy cunt was so swollen and sore, yet he
wished for Brian's cock in him. He wanted the pain his lovers cock would
bring, for he could hardly sit right now. Yes the pain would be exquisite.

Undoing Brian's pants he pulled them down followed by his white
briefs. Kissing Brian's cock he began removing his pants and panties. Then
turning his back towards Brian he sat and guided the cock into his swollen
dry boy cunt. He wanted it to hurt, he wanted to bleed, as if he was losing
his virginity. Leaning back on Brian's chest, once Brian's cock was fully
in him, he turned his head to take Brian's offered kiss. Grinding rather
than riding the cock in him, timmy moaned words of love, submission and
adoration to his young lover.

Father Arder returned to the car, observing the sensuous scene in the back
seat of his car. Opening the trunk he took out a blanket opened the back
door and placed it over timmy's hard little 2" clitty. Driving to the gate,
he rolled down his window and handed the keys of the retreat cabin to the
Jesuit standing at the gate. The Jesuit took the keys and noticed the two
altar boys in the back seat. Timmy grinding down hard with his boy cunt on
Brian's cock. Brian's hands under timmy's shirt pulling and pinching his
nipples. Both boy's lost in lust.

"Lovely," the Jesuit guard said, patting Father Arder's arm.

"May I," he asked. Father Arder nodded his head.

The Jesuit walked to the back door opening it, he reached in and removed
the blanket from timmy's waist. Bending to his knees he licked from Brian's
small sac to the tip of timmy's clit. Then taking timmy's clit in his mouth
he nursed for a brief moment. Then raising himself up, he replaced the
blanket and gently closed the door. Walking back to Father Arder, he told
him "to go in peace."

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