Date: Thu, 22 Feb 2024 05:46:14 +0000
From: Billie353535 Vegita <shutup_nz@hotmail.com>
Subject: Life with Father Fred (adult-youth) (part 2)

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"Wh....What's going on?" I tried to say, but in my sleepy stupor, it came
out as more of a confused moan.

My rock-hard cock throbbed down below, and for the first time in weeks, I
remembered what it was like to wake up with morning wood. My senses swam
back to reality as I lay in bed by myself. Father Fred wasn't here
because it was my big day. My big test. He said he was putting me on
trial today, whatever that meant.

I hadn't been allowed to cum for weeks, and my cock was so pained with
need. It was as hard as a stone down between my legs, but Father Fred had
taught me to resist the urge to touch myself. At thirteen years old,
lying naked alone in bed, I couldn't help but moan in frustration. I
dared not touch myself in case Father was somehow watching, but when I
turned to turn onto my side, I found that my legs and arms were bound
anyway.

Opening my eyes for the first time, I discovered I was tied with chains,
shackled around my ankles and wrists, secured to the four corner
bedposts. Whatever Father had in store for me, it seemed I wouldn't have
much say; footsteps approaching the bedroom door signalled that
everything was about to begin.

"Hello?" I called out, wondering who it was.

The door slowly opened, and the cutest little thing I'd seen in a week
came in. It's still weird to call someone my age cute, but he was to me,
Robby, one of my best friends, through all this. Robby was only nine
years old to my 13, and while I belonged to Father Fred, he belonged to
Father Brown, another priest who turned out to be my school teacher.
Robby was the first boy I had ever fucked, and with my cock smaller than
a man's; mine was the first to penetrate his little butt.

"Robby! Hey!" I called out to him, helpless, and fastened to the bed.

But Robby didn't say anything as he entered the room, only passing me a
cheeky smile. He was dressed so cutely in his ironed Sunday outfit,
holding a pure white plumage feather in his hot little hand.

"I will gather all nations and bring them down to the Valley of
Je...jeho....sff...grr, I can't say that word," Robby said with a sigh.
"Anyway, I'm first."

"First? First to do what?"

Robby approached my bedside, still wearing a mischievous grin and his
white shirt and dress pants. It was weird seeing him dressed while I was
completely naked. Previously, when we'd been together, he'd always been
as naked as me when we'd had our kinky fun.

"No, Robby, stop," I cried out as he went to tickle my cock with the
feather.

My body tensed as he continued to ignore me, running the soft furry
bristles along the side of my cock and down and around my balls. I
clenched my teeth as he dragged it across my hardness, the sensation
stronger than tickling, my cock bobbing like it had a life of its own.
Precum oozed from my tip as Robby pushed the feather back up the other
side, allowing it to linger against the hypersensitive glans at the tip.
Why was Robby doing this to me? Surely, he knew the rules we boys had to
endure, but yet I was in agony; Robby giggling evilly, my mind reeling
for him to stop.

After finishing the first loop with the feather, Robby only began again,
leaning slightly closer to allow his warm breath to blow against my upper
thigh. Apart from Fred, no one had done anything sexual with me in weeks,
so his small hand on me and his light giggling were pushing me to the
edge.

"Please, Robby," I said, gasping. "You gotta stop, or...or..."

But he didn't. He ignored my pleas, even going so far as to remove the
feather and lean in close to paint his soft boy lips on my sack. The
sensation of his soft nine-year-old lips on my balls was all too much, my
body screaming, no longer able to hold back. No longer able to contain
myself, my cock finally came, launching a barrage of cum across my body
and chest. Failure overtook me as Robby grinned back at me during my cum,
my cock expelling my hot teen spunk, thick ropes blasting all across my
belly.

Robby left while I recovered from my weeks-long breach, my brain a haze
of post-cum satisfaction and lingering failure. I lay there panting, my
cock load drying against my skin, and the thoughts of Father Fred's
disappointment in me. My cock was soft again. I had let him down. I
couldn't lie to him about what had happened; I would have to tell him the
truth. As my heart yearned to talk to him, footsteps echoed outside as
someone else approached the bedroom door.

"Ah, Benji!" Father George said, swinging open the door. "Long time, no
see!"

"Oh! Father George. Please... I'm so sorry. I came. I have let him down.
I...I..."

"Quiet now." Father George said. "The angel of the Lord came back a
second time, touching him, and said, for the journey is too much for
you."

"H...huh? What do you mean?"

Without further word, Father George bent down and unlocked one of the
cuffs around my ankles. After undoing only one leg, Father George
approached my bed from the opposite side of Robby had, taking my cock in
his hand before bending down and kissing the tip with his lips. When his
skin pressed against mine, I couldn't help but moan, and when I felt his
embrace, my arms strained against my restraints.

"B..no. F..father no. I'm not allowed." I said as George continued to
nurse the very pee tip of my cock.

His large adult hand cradled my balls while he sucked my end in earnest,
his powerful lungs pulling on my cock. My hands clawed at the sheets as
he tended to me, his breath against my naked skin, his strong hands all
over my legs and body.

It had been ages since I had been with Father George; the memory of him
and Father Fred spit roasting one of my finest hours. Had Father Fred
shown me no interest, he would have certainly been my second choice;
George's kind, caring hands on me more of lust than comfort. He touched
me all over, his hands even clutching my ass as he sucked deep into my
cock. With my balls brewing another load, I flailed my only free leg,
though it was useless to stop him. His hands clamped on me when I cried
out too much, and in a moment of bliss, I came again, my cock spilling
forth even more of my forbidden cum.

Yet in the blink of an eye, he, too, was gone. I flailed my leg
fruitlessly, desperate for an explanation. After cumming twice in one
morning after so long, my balls felt like a void; my brain scrambled on
how I would ever make this all up to my beloved Father Fred.

"Good afternoon, Benji," another voice said from the doorway.

Wearily, I turned my head to see that, this time, it was Father Kevin (or
Mr. Brown), my old teacher. My life under Father Fred's roof had made me
all but forget about my previous life of learning and education in his
class, my life of servitude, all but replacing my kid life.

I could still see myself sitting in Father Brown's class, groaning when
he'd hand out our latest homework. I'd drool when he would turn to write
on the blackboard, my eyes delighting in the sight of his manly ass when
he had his back turned, fantasising how a man like him might take me. I
was in that world now as he casually walked to the side of the bed. There
was a time when I would have been ashamed to be caught naked and in such
a compromising position by him, but that time had long gone. Mr Brown
stood over me, inspecting my twice-come state, my chest panting and
covered in my recent cum, my flaccid cock exhausted from its recent
ordeal.

"Please.." I begged.

"On the third day, he gave a feast for his officials. " Mr. Brown stated.
"He lifted the head of the baker in his presence, restoring the chief
cupbearer to his position."

His warm hand caressed the sore little soldier between my legs, only for
his fingers to wrap around it, curling and tugging on my tired, sticky
end. I squirmed in my restraints as Mr Brown ignored my pleas, expertly
returning me to an erection. He paused briefly to release my other leg,
but my newfound freedom was short-lived, as his only reason was to turn
me over face down on my front. The same man who had handed me detentions
not so long ago was now mounting me like it was the most normal thing in
the world, his breath on my ass like whispers of his intentions.

His weight behind me caused the bed to shift as he positioned his face up
with my ass. My cock ached with apprehension of him licking me back
there, another dribble of precum pouring from my slit. His manly beard
bristled against my butt, his rough hands parting my cheeks so he could
look at my hole.

"I'm going to taste you now, Benji,"  Mr Brown said matter of factly.
"And then I'm going to tongue fuck you until you cum again."

"N...Aww...ooh..." was all I could say as soon as I felt his lips on my
rim.

I couldn't remember anyone else licking me there, let alone my teacher.
Yes, many men had fucked me, but Mr. Brown's tongue slithering against my
ass was my first. My hands fisted at my bedsheets as his tongue dared to
delve deeper. Was this the same man I had gone to school with just weeks
before? Was this the same man who had bossed me around like a kid, now
with his mouth on my ass? My lungs howled as he broke down my ass walls,
his tongue entering into my tight, hot space. With his big hands wrapped
around my thighs, he lifted them upward into the air, his coarse facial
hairs tickling against my taint. It took all I had within me to try not
to come again, but my efforts were in vain when he kissed his lips
against the backs of my spent balls. He kissed them so tenderly and
softly, nudging my sack, his hums of satisfaction at my taste bringing me
to the brink.

"I'm cum..." I moaned again, my cock twitching beneath me, painting the
bedsheets and my belly with yet another load. Mr Brown's spit dribbled
out of my spent boy hole, my body heaving with my third come that day. At
least after Mr Brown left, there wasn't another immediate visitor; my
body finally given some time to recover from its most recent episode.

***

After Mr Brown left, I must have fallen asleep, my body completely
exhausted from its ordeal. The wait for anyone else to arrive had
definitely been longer between my last few visitors, but as I dozed, I
could sense someone else's presence back in the room. Their hands
unlocked my tied wrists, but I lacked the strength to do anything about
it.

"From noon until three in the afternoon, darkness came over all the
land," a familiar voice said, pulling my arm so that I lay horizontally
across the bed. "So now I give him to the Lord. For his whole life, he
will be given over to the Lord."

"F...father, Fred?" I asked meekly.

"Shh. Quiet now. Open your eyes and mouth."

With what strength I had, I did what was asked of me, my eyes revealing
the man I adored standing over me. It was Father Fred, alright; I knew
his cock anywhere. He was already naked, his mighty cock firm, and
waiting for my service. Father Fred drew me across the bed a little
further, causing my head to hand backwards, over the side of the bed. It
was precisely at the right height to receive him, and as he advanced, his
cock entered my mouth and throat.

"Mmmm," Father Fred hummed above me, my watering eyes meeting the sights
between his legs. "Suck my cock, Benji. You have done well. You're
already halfway."

"Mmmph..." I moaned around him, learning that there was yet more to
come.

"For I will satisfy the weary soul, and every languishing soul I will
replenish. The place where they were meeting was shaken, and he was all
but filled with the Holy Spirit."

Father Fred's girth filled me completely, and in my position, I just let
him take me. His length pulsed in time with his heartbeat, his cock
filling with lust and hardening as he long dicked my throat. His size
stretched my neck open as he tunnelled his cock into me, and as he fully
entered, I could feel him fucking against my mouth. His big balls plapped
against my face as he rocked back and forth, and with my head down
between his legs, I could feel every ounce of him. For him, my body was
merely a tool for his desire. I was entirely his, the vessel for his
seed, and I couldn't have been happier.

"With your precious seed now emptied, this afternoon, you will continue
the next part of your trial. You will be visited by some friends of mine,
and each will use you in turn, gifting you with what they see fit."

With Father Fred's cock still lodged in my mouth, I finally understood
what was happening. Robby, Father George, and Mr Brown have all helped me
to cum, as was Father Fred's intention. Now, with my balls empty, more
men were coming to use me, only to fill me back up. It all weirdly made
sense. I had been prepared to receive any coming visitors, and as a
servant of the church, I was expected to satisfy any who came.

"I'm about to cum," Father said above me as I felt his balls clench. With
my head looking up at his groin, I had nowhere else to go, his cock
rippling as it deposited his hot cum directly into my stomach.

He held me there a moment as he softened, only to pull out and leave my
head still hanging over the back of the mattress. I gazed up at his
softening penis in worship, his cock gleaming with shine from my insides.
A pearl of white cum clung to his cock hole, the rest of it lying deep
within my stomach. Father Fred's hand came down to hold his penis and
direct its droop back towards my mouth. I could read his cocks
intentions, and so I dropped my mouth open again a little wider just as a
stream of golden piss erupted from its end.


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