Date: Wed, 7 Feb 2024 05:11:56 +0000 From: Billie353535 Vegita Subject: Life with Father Fred (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. **************************************************************** ** feedback always welcome to shutup_nz@hotmail.com ** **************************************************************** "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," a man said on the other side of the confessional. I didn't know who the man was, and he certainly wouldn't have known I was there, quietly hidden, with my head buried in Father Fred's lap. At thirteen, my life had become a service to the church. I had confessed my love for Father Fred despite being much older than me, and ever since then, he had taken complete control of my life. He taught me how to reign in my sinful teenage urges and showed me obedience and self-control. He had been so kind to take me into his home, my Dad unable to understand what was happening to me. My life was Father Fred's now; I was living under the roof of the priest I adored and couldn't have been happier. I let Father's manly cock slip past my lips as he pushed, having done so many times before. I was familiar with the smell of his penis, the curved head, and the way his piss slit was shaped against my tongue. I could taste him; I could feel the tension and relaxation in his body as I quietly soaked him in my mouth. Father Fred's cock was my everything. He had fucked all my holes, making me feel things I had only dreamed of. He had cummed inside me so many times, and I was always willing to swallow whatever Father chose to release into my mouth. "These confessionals... they're completely anonymous, right?" The man on the other side of the wall asked Father Fred. "You won't go to the cops or anything with what I'm about to say?" "Only the ear of God will hear you in this place, my child." Father Fred replied. I was less interested in their conversation and more focused on Father Fred's cock as it lengthened into my mouth. In my kneeling position between his legs, I closed my eyes and let him enter me, his length nudging into the back of my mouth as I buried my face into the robes of his crotch. "Another lover, perhaps? A stressed marriage?" I heard Father ask. I didn't hear what answer the other man gave, but it intrigued Father Fred, his cock twitching against the roof of my mouth, causing me to gag silently. The conversation was clearly exciting to Father, his cock interested, and his pre-cum scent wafting off his body. Father Fred hadn't let me cum since I moved in with him, but with his hand coming to rest on top of my head, I knew I would soon again receive his. "He just turned ten, Father. His name is Daniel," the man said. Father Fred's cock lurched again, and I knew he was close. Seamlessly, Father Fred replied to the man's next question, but I was too preoccupied, the statement of the man causing Father Fred to flood cum into my mouth. His strong hand on my head held me in place, and a smile etched the corners of my lips as I received it, my tummy grumbling as it received his latest deposit. "The meaning of the name Daniel is 'God is my judge'." Father Fred said after his cock stopped pumping. "Therefore, the only one who can judge your actions is your boy, no one else." I quickly got to work, swabbing the sticky end of his cock, opening my eyes to notice a dribble oozing from his pee hole. I licked off any last white entrails clinging to his knob before looking up at Father Fred for recognition of my efforts. He was too preoccupied to notice my gratitude, but knowing I may be needed again, I quickly took his softening penis back into my mouth and waited in case there was more. --- Father Fred only allowed me to wear clothes in public, so as soon as we got home, I did as I knew I must, stripping out of my dress pants and shirt until I was completely nude. Once naked, I flexed my limbs, having been cramped up in that confessional box all day. My muscles appreciated the long stretch, my cock also deciding to rise with its newfound freedom. I closed my eyes and briefly revelled in the cool air against my skin. I resisted the urge to tug on my newfound erection, briefly forgetting that my cock was expected to remain soft. "Now, now, Benji," Father Fred chided, tapping my new erection with his finger. "You know the rules." "Y..yes, father. Sorry." The hardest part of living with Father Fred was never getting my own relief. Even before I moved in with him, Father Fred had forbidden me to cum. For weeks, my thirteen-year-old hormones had been screaming to empty my balls. The concentration and focus needed to keep my cock down were immense, but it was a small sacrifice to pay to get to stay. If I wasn't able to achieve softness myself, Father Fred had some somewhat effective ways of making my penis go down himself. Father Fred had to wake me several times only a couple of nights ago due to a wet dream drawing me ever so close to a nocturnal immission. A few days after that, he had to go as far as introducing my deprived blue balls to some equally blue ice cubes after I failed to get myself under control in a timely fashion. Wanting to obey his wishes, I closed my eyes and took some deep breaths, concentrating on anything but sex. Thankfully, after a few moments, my dick finally relented, drifting back down and returning to its mere 2 inches. "Good boy," Father Fred said, ruffling the hair on my head. "You did a good job today. I'm sure it wasn't easy for you to keep quiet for so long." "Thank you, Father." "Did you get hard while you pleasured me?" "A few times, father," I confessed. "I think I touched it at one point because it was aching so much. I'm sorry." "Your honesty is unmeasured, but you need not apologize, Benji. It is your self-control that I expect you to respect. Titus 1:8, Rather, he must be hospitable, one who loves what is good, who is self-controlled, upright, holy, and disciplined." It was Father's turn to disrobe as I stood dumbly in front of him. He was such a man compared to me, where I was merely a boy. Bigger and stronger than me, I was in awe as he became topless and then bottomless, his needy cock again firm and thick. "A fool finds pleasure in wicked schemes," he continued, "but a person of misunderstanding delights in wisdom. Come Benji. Kiss my balls and repent for your sin." At least, this was the type of punishment I enjoyed. On my hands and knees, I crawled in front of Father Fred and gently placed my lips against his egg-sized sack. "Forgive me, Father," I said as I tenderly kissed his balls. "I should have tried harder not to get hard. I should have focused more on pleasuring you." In a twisted way, I was both jealous and envious of his balls. They got to cum where mine didn't, but furry and large; they did belong to the man who was teaching me a better way. Unlike mine, his balls deserved to cum. Warm within their sack; I could feel their weight was again full, with another creamy load I would be expected to swallow. His sack swayed as I made out with it, the strong remnant scent of his earlier cum emanating from his crotch. I made love to his sack in the same way I did his cock earlier that day, licking and plastering my mouth all over it, being sure to lift it with my cheek in the way I know he enjoys. Far above me, Father Fred moaned, doing the thing with his nose where he tried to hold back his satisfaction, his deep breaths telling me I was doing a great job. "Are you going to fuck me tonight, Father?" I asked between licks. "You haven't done me in a few days. I miss having your thick cock inside my hole when I sleep." "A good man brings good things out of the good stored up in his heart, and an evil man brings evil things out of the evil stored up in his heart. For the mouth speaks what the heart is full of. Open." My heart sank, knowing his answer was no. Nevertheless, I dropped my hands to my sides and opened my mouth, relaxing my whole self, knowing what was coming. With my head tilted up and ready, Father Fred sank his entire cock into my throat. His girth spread inside my neck as he pushed it down further, my throat gurgling as it tried to accommodate him. With his cock filling me completely and his heavy balls resting on my chin, I was no longer able to breathe, my attention devoted to his every word. "Tomorrow begins your journey to enlightenment, Benji. Tonight, I leave you alone to cleanse yourself of earthly filth. You will empty yourself, clean yourself, and retire free of restraint. In the morning, you will face your first trial." My eyes bulged, the very girth of him wedged inside. I could feel every bump and ridge of his cock against my inner walls, the veins of it pushing against my throat. Whatever Father had in mind for me tomorrow, he trusted I was ready for, and I couldn't be happier. I had so many questions, but knowing my place, I instead swallowed around his cock, the only bodily sign I could make to him to say that I understood. -- White foamy suds surrounded me as I sat in the bath, trusted on my own to clean myself for the first time since I had left home. When I first moved here, Father Fred would openly watch me shower or in the bathroom, but now, consumed by my thoughts, he trusted me to leave my pained erection alone. My skin gleamed wet with the water, my teen cock emerging from just below the surface. I had to stop washing myself every now and then, my cock getting so hard from my touching myself, Father entrusting me not to cum before my big day. Ever so gently, I ran the washcloth down my naked leg, bending my knee up to get down to my foot. Water sloshed around, the mere wake around my balls ticking me and causing my stiffness to buzz. Memories from the past few months popped back into my mind. My confession to Father Fred and how he and Father George took me in without question. Meeting Robby and Father Kevin, who turned out to be my social studies teacher, Mr. Brown, and him fucking me in private after the church conference. My cock throbbed from remembering how it all felt, the feel of them taking me, and the feel of fucking little nine-year-old Robby for his very first time. After cleaning myself inside and out, it took me ages to get myself dry. Each hypersensitive brush of the towel caused me to hiss with the sensation, my fleshy pole tingling and bouncing, eventually choosing to drip dry rather than feel the rough material over my screaming cock. Rolling into bed, I even decided to lay on top of the blankets nude rather than risk the friction to cause me to misfire overnight. With no Father Fred with me to prevent a mishap, I fell asleep alone, making a quiet prayer that I wouldn't disappoint Father Fred before my big day. **************************************************************** ** feedback always welcome to shutup_nz@hotmail.com ** ****************************************************************