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Little Choirboy Liam

By

Andy Mann

Chapter Five

County Competitions- The First Stage- Day Two

 

A squeal.  A moan.  Pain and pleasure.  Two blonde heads kissing, licking, sucking my body.  Cocks that ranged from the size of mine to that of a baby's arm and as thick as a soda bottle.  I tossed and turned in my sleep as my subconscious worked its way through the events following my return to my hotel room.  My body shuddered as my dream turned to Jerome, the black guy, impaling me on his huge, black cock, my mouth opening in a silent scream as Carl, the judge, filled it with his own six inches of flesh.  The dream seemed so real that my bum still felt as though it was being shagged.  As my brain started to wake to the fact that my dream was no longer just that, I opened my eyes to find myself face down on the bed, a cock ploughing my arse in my sleep.

 

"Ah Jesus, he's still so fucking tight Jeremy," I heard Mr Keagan groan, figuring out that it was my choirmaster enjoying my body.

"That's the beauty of a preteen arse, Jack," the Reverend replied, his voice distant, so I guessed he must be in the bathroom.  "If they are looked after properly, they heal up quickly and get back to their normal state."

"Well, we need to look after Liam then," Mr Keagan moaned, as his thrusting got more urgent.  "I can quite happily fuck this arse for the next four years."

"FOUR YEARS?" I squeaked out, showing them that I was now awake.

"Ah ha, he returns to the living," my choirmaster chuckled.  "Hold on, let me finish up."

 

He held me tightly as he humped into me a dozen or so more times before groaning and shuddering.  I guess he was filling my bum with his spunk, something that I was getting used to now, I suppose.  I felt a hand softly stroke my blonde hair and looked up to see my Reverend standing in his underwear, smiling down at me.  As Mr Keagan pulled out of me and rolled over on the bed, Reverend Jeremy slipped his hands underneath my chest and raised me up to him.  He hugged me to him.

 

"You were magnificent last night, Liam my sweet boy," he cooed into my ear, causing a huge grin to spread across my face.  "You took Jerome's cock at the first time of asking, completely satisfied Carl, which means that's two of the three judges in the bag, and the sight of you and the twins had us all wanking until we covered you all in our juices."

"My bum hurts though," I complained, feeling a dull ache inside me.  "Can I not do anything today?"

"We'll have to see what happens and how good the competition is," Mr Keagan replied, coming back out of the bathroom himself, having quickly washed.  "If it was based purely on singing, I know that you would have no problem making it through to the final round of the county, but I know that there are certain choirmasters here who will have trained their boys in all ways possible to win votes."

"So we have to keep you firmly at the front of the minds of the judges," Reverend Jeremy added.

"Okay, I guess," I sighed and allowed the holy man to lead me to the bathroom.  He opened the shower cubicle and motioned for me to get inside, before slipping off his underwear and stepping in with me.  I thought that I was going to have to perform for him once again, not that I minded with my Reverend, but I looked at him in surprise as we finished the shower, him having washed and cleaned me.

"I've already shagged your bum this morning while you were sleeping," he grinned at me.  "Then Mr Keagan took his turn and you woke up during it."

"Oh," I said, my head dropping slightly.

"What wrong, my child?" he asked, a slight hint of worry in his tone.

"It's just, um, well," I took a deep breath.  "I really like it when it's me and you and I want to be awake when you do it to me."

"I'm flattered," Reverend Jeremy smiled at me.  "I didn't realise, but I will make sure that we are both awake whenever we enjoy ourselves in the future."

"Okay, kewl!" I gushed. I meant it as well. The Reverend had been so nice to me over the four years since I'd joined the choir that I wanted to make sure that I made him happy too.

 

He towelled me dry before leading me back into the bedroom where Mr Keagan was holding my red cassock. I slipped on a pair of grey, knee length socks and looked around for my underwear, before being told that I was to go naked underneath the heavy cotton material so that my body could be easily accessed if needed. Shrugging in the knowledge that I had to do what they said, I allowed my choirmaster to help me into the cassock, feeling his hands cup my bum once last time before buttoning up the back. The Reverend kept hold of the ruff, telling me that I only needed to put it on before it was my turn to perform. This caused the men to set off in fits of giggles as the double meaning hit me.

 

We made it to the same table as last night and ordered up a full English breakfast. We were soon joined by Mr Jackson and Tony, the thirteen year old offering me a friendly smile. He too was dressed in a cassock, although this one was a deep purple. I really liked the colour of it but I knew that the Reverend was a stickler for tradition and believed that his choir should be in red.

 

"So how's little Liam this morning?" Mr Jackson asked, a broad smirk on his face.

"Fine, thank you," I replied. `I'd be better off if you keep your disgusting hands and body away from me today!' I thought to myself.

"So did Doyle find him, ah, able to perform last night?" Mr Keagan asked.

"Oh yes," Mr Jackson answered. "Doyle loved fucking his tight little arse, and so did I, and Tony over there too his turn as well."

 

I blushed and hid my face in embarrassment as they continued the quiet conversation concerning my ability to take cock. Mr Jackson's eyes widen in surprise, and then in lust as he heard how Jerome had taken me the previous evening. I glanced across at Tony and saw him fidgeting in his chair.

 

"What's wrong with you, boy?" Mr Jackson snapped at his singer having noticed him squirming in his seat.

"All the talk about Liam has got me, um," the thirteen year old stopped.

"Horny?" Reverend Jeremy chuckled, seeing Tony nod in reply.

"Maybe Liam could do something about that while we wait for breakfast," Mr Keagan suggested. I looked at him, concerned where he was going with this.

"You mean he could suck on one sausage before the other sausages arrive on his plate?" Mr Jackson laughed, taking the opportunity to rub my crotch with a hand he had slipped down the tablecloth. I groaned as the rough cotton dragged across my cock. "Freeballing?"

"Of course he is," Mr Keagan replied. "Now Liam, drop your fork and get under the table and go and give the poor boy some relief."

 

Sighing that the day hadn't even started properly and I was about to suck my first cock, in a small show of rebellion, I dropped my spoon. Sliding off my chair, I worked my way underneath the table, blocked from anyone's view by the long tablecloth and crawled my way over to Tony's legs. I lifted up his cassock and felt his legs shiver as they touched the side of my body as I worked my way up to his groin. I placed my hands on either side of his boxers and he lifted himself off the chair to allow me to pull them down so I could uncover his now erect cock. Just like last night, it was fully erect at around four inches, more than a mouthful for me and I peeled his foreskin back gently. I leaned in and gave his cock head a lick, which again brought about a shudder through the teen's body. I felt the fabric of his cassock on the sides of my head as he had worked his hands down to guide my bobbing motion through his clothes. I allowed him to control the blow job, as he humped himself gently into my mouth, whilst pulling and pushing my head up and down his shaft. I let my tongue wander from side to side, giving him extra sensations as my mouth sucked and slurped the pre-cum that was leaking in plentiful bounty. I did think about scraping my teeth every now and then, but decided that as he was nice to me in the bathroom last night, I wanted to give him a good blow job so set about bringing him off.

 

"Morning all," I heard a different voice at the table and heard a couple of chairs scrape as people obviously sat down. However, with my head firmly undercover and in the lap of the teen, I had no clue as to who it was.

"Morning Peter, David," I heard Mr Keagan reply. "Are you ready for the big day?"

"Yes, Mr Keagan," came David's answer. I remembered his cute freckled face and wished that it was his cock I was sucking on. I felt a foot connect with my side and I groaned slightly in pain. I heard a slight gasp but it didn't happen again so I guess that it was just a random swing of a leg. I slurped and sucked harder, wanting to finish the job on hand, so to speak and was soon rewarded with five shots of warm spunk that slid down the back of my throat.

"Are you okay, Tony?" Peter asked and he received a squeaked reply as the teen must have been coming down from his climax.

 

I wiped my mouth and scooted back over to my chair. Picking up my spoon, I made my way from under the table. I noticed the surprised look on Mr Simmons face and one of wide eyed wonder from David. I kept my eyes on the table as the waiters bought round our breakfasts, which helped to deflect any questions about me being under the table.

 

As we finished, we made our way into a holding room, talking quietly about what hymns and songs we were going to perform. David was going to sing Pie Jesu and The Lord Is My Shepherd, while Tony was performing Wings Of A Dove and Danny Boy. I was doing a mix of pop and choral with This Is The Day that was performed at the recent Royal Wedding of Prince William followed by The Choirboys' version of the Eric Clapton song Tears In Heaven. We sat chatting to other boys as the morning went on. Very rarely did we see boys come back from the judges' room jumping with joy. In fact, I'd guess that maybe only one in twenty came out smiling. Others were either in tears, being consoled by their choirmasters, or a few had a look of relief on their faces.

 

I saw the two blonde haired twins from last night, but they seemed as embarrassed as I was at recognising them. The knowledge that we had been intimate with each others' bodies and had also watched on as each of us was taken anally and orally by the men in the room preyed on my mind. To my horror I felt my little pricklet start to get hard and I tried to will it away, but it wasn't playing fair. Tony was called in by the co-ordinator and after we wished him luck, it was just David and myself sat there. Our adult guardians were off somewhere and I could feel the butterflies starting to flutter in my stomach as I realised that sooner or later, it would be our turn to sing.

 

"So, um, Liam," David started, catching my eye despite the fact he was also trying to avoid it.

"Yeah, what's up?" I replied.

"What you were doing earlier with Tony," he continued, causing my face to flame red. "You do it a lot?"

"I shouldn't really talk about it but this weekend I have, yeah," I told him. "Doesn't Mr Simmons make you do stuff with him?"

"NO!" he gasped. "You mean Mr Keagan does?"

"Quiet!" I hissed, noticing a couple of other lads glance at us due to the not so quiet remark from David.

"Sorry," the teen apologised. "It's just that, well, my older brother keeps telling me about how his girlfriend sucks his dick and that it's the best thing ever."

"It is nice," I admitted, perhaps by mistake as David seemed to have an expression of wide-eyed disbelief permanently etched on his face. "Haven't you messed around with anyone?"

"Um, no," he replied quietly. "I'm not the most popular guy at school cos of the choir. Girls sort of ignore me for the sporty boys and well, if I asked a boy, I'd be called a fag."

"That's not a nice word," I told him. "But I know what you mean. I've not done anything with anyone without Mr Keagan or the Reverend's permission."

"Reverend Jeremy does it as well?!" he cupped his hand over his mouth to stop the squeak.

"Look, you can't tell anyone okay," I told him. "They don't force me or nothing with them, but, um,"

"But you had to do stuff with Mr Jackson didn't you?" David guessed at my pause.

"Yeah, he was gross but he's the cousin to a judge and I was told that I wouldn't get his vote if I didn't," I sighed.

"That's wrong," the red head frowned. "My Mum says that you should have sex to enjoy yourself, not as a favour to someone else."

"Maybe, but the Reverend told me that sometimes I'm the nice thing that happens to other people," I replied. I felt my bladder twinge as I saw the co-ordinator reappear and ask for the two lads sat near us. "I need to go pee," I told him. "If you want, come with me and I'll give you a quick suck."

"Really?" he asked, his mouth dropping open. "You'd do that for me?"

 

Okay, okay, it wasn't an altruistic move on my behalf as I had wanted to see him naked since we met yesterday evening, but I nodded yes to make it look like I was doing him the favour. We crossed the room to where one of the co-ordinators was sat and told him we needed the toilet. He pointed us in the general direction and we walked the short distance down the corridor. I pushed the door open and saw that we were the only ones in there.

 

"Come on," I said, taking his hand and leading him to a cubicle. I shut the door behind us and hotched up my cassock so I could relieve myself. I heard David giggle as he listened to my splashing in the bowl. Shaking myself dry, I let my robe drop and turned back to him. "I don't want to get my cassock dirty kneeling on the floor, so why don't you stand on the toilet?"

"Okay," he said, taking his position. He lifted his red cassock up, revealing a pair of superman underwear. There was an impressive looking bulge at the point of the `S' and I gave him a little rub, gaining a groan in reward. I pulled them down to his feet and looked at his goodies for the first time. He was sporting a very healthy erection, easily bigger than Tony's, maybe even as big as Mr Jackson's. His balls were dangling beneath them and he had a small patch of red pubes. I leaned in and took him in my hand, giving it a couple of strokes, skinning back his foreskin to expose his glands. It was already leaking precum so I put my tongue out and started to lick around the cockhead.

"Ah jeez, Liam," David moaned, as his legs gave a little quiver.

"You like?" I giggled. Not giving the teen time to reply, I sucked him back into my mouth. I was torn between wanting to give him a long, enjoyable blow job, but was also conscious that we were in a public place so I decided to try to bring him off as quickly as I could. I used all of my fledgling skills that were improving very rapidly and hummed slightly as I worked my mouth up and down his shaft. As this was obviously his first time, it took less than a minute before he gave a strangled cry and I felt warmth hit the back of my throat. Even though I hadn't been doing this for that long, I was now getting experienced in swallowing, sucking and breathing all at the same time and after four heavy spurts, followed by a couple of dribbles, my sucking job was complete.

 

I pulled off his cock and glanced up and giggled at the glazed expression on his freckled face. I hotched my own cassock up and grasped my little dick, which was fully proud at its two inches in length. I started to quickly jerk myself, needing a release and closed my eyes, imagining that my Reverend was the one doing me. I felt my wrist gripped and opened my eyes.

 

"Let me do this," David said. "I'm not gonna suck you, but I don't mind wanking you."

"Okay," I gulped a breath of air into my lungs as his soft fingers encircled my hardness. He pumped my dick, rubbing his thumb occasionally over the slit of my head causing me to groan. I felt my toes start to curl and my body lifted onto tiptoes as I shuddered with the climax that hit me. Of course I am still shooting blanks so I knew I didn't need to warn the boy to watch out.

"That was way cool!" David announced as he watched my face scrunch up before relaxing. I took a gamble and leaned forward to kiss him on the lips, but was disappointed when he pulled away. "Sorry Liam, but I'm not gay, you know."

"It's okay," I sighed, my hopes of a nice snog disappearing. "I'm pleased I got to suck you though."

"Why?" he asked, puzzled.

"Cos you're cute, even if you're not gay," I chuckled. "And you're a lot nicer than Mr Jackson."

"Did you really suck him and let him fuck you?" the teen asked quietly.

"I guess so," I replied, my voice dropping in volume to a near whisper.

"But, he's like old and fat," David said.

"I know, and I didn't like it, but like I said," I paused. "If I didn't do what he said, then his cousin would make sure I didn't get through."

"I still think it's wrong," he repeated.

"LIAM? Are you in there?" I heard Mr Keagan's voice outside the cubicle.

"Um, yes Mr Keagan," I replied, putting a finger on David's lips. "I'm just having a poo."

"Well, hurry up as you're to go through in five minutes," my choirmaster said.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I heard his footsteps start to leave.

"By the way, tell David to make sure you've wiped your arse properly, it may be needed later." His laughter echoed in our ears as David flushed bright red at the knowledge we had been caught.

"Come on, we may as well go back now," I told him.

"But they're gonna think I'm a fag or something," he whined.

"Don't use that word!" I hissed at him. "It's not nice!"

"Sorry," he apologised, but I got the feeling he was mouthing the apology more than meaning it.

 

When we got back to the waiting room, I was immediately escorted away from my new friend by Mr Keagan. As he started to straighten my clothing and hair, and fix the ruff around my collar, I could see that he was keeping his face neutral with me.

 

"What's wrong Mr Keagan?" I asked, fearful of his reply.

"Who gave you permission to go off with that boy?" he hissed at me, gripping my arm tightly.

"Um, no-one did, sir," I replied, wincing as pain started to filter into my brain from my thin bicep. "I just needed the loo and we'd been talking . ."

"Talking about what?" he snapped.

"Um, well, you know," I stuttered.

"Listen to me very carefully," Mr Keagan said, his voice so low that I could only just hear it, despite him pulling me forward so that his mouth was right in my ear. "You are never to tell anyone about what we do. Ever. Do I make myself clear?"

"Um, I guess so, sir," I replied, wanting him to let my arm go.

"You guess so?" he whipped back. "If I ever find out that you have been talking again, then you will lose everything. Your chance at singing, your place in the choir, and the ability for you to ever be able to shoot spunk out of your balls." He backed that up by gripping me tightly, causing me to squeak. "You'll be singing soprano for the rest of your life!"

"Okay, okay," I begged. "I promise I'll never tell anyone again."

"And you are never to go off with anyone that we haven't told you too," my choirmaster told me. "You are a special boy, someone who Reverend Jeremy and I decide who gets to play around with you."

"I promise!" Tears were leaking from eyes, not just from the pain in my arm, but the fact that I had seen Reverend Jeremy approaching me with a reproachful look on his face.

"Now then, Jack," the Reverend said, his eyes finding mine, despite my attempts to hide them. "I'm sure that Liam understands fully what is expected of him, don't you my son?"

"Yes Reverend," I quivered, upset that I had seemingly betrayed their trust and confidence in me. After all, they wanted to help me become a successful singer and I wasn't doing what they asked of me.

"Now let's wipe those tears," he said, taking a handkerchief from his pocket and letting me blow my nose into it. He gave me a soft pat on my head and a squeeze on my shoulder as my name was suddenly called out. I looked over and saw a smiling Tony walking out of the judging area, although Mr Jackson was scowling like no tomorrow. I heard him tell David that he had not made it through and was therefore going home straight after the evening meal. I sighed in relief myself as the prospect of having to be with the sweaty fat man had been playing on my mind.

"Good luck Liam," Tony said to me as I passed him. "Go knock `em dead."

"Thanks Tony," I answered. "I'll keep in touch."

 

I entered the judging arena with around twenty other boys and our respective choirmasters or adult guardians. There was a small stage set up facing a table where the three judges were sat. Behind the judges were enough chairs for the rest of us to sit down. I guess that we were going to have to sing in front of an audience to give it more of a real stage situation. It didn't worry me as I was used to singing my solos in front of our congregation which was normally around the hundred people mark. I took my seat in between Reverend Jeremy and Mr Keagan and started to run through the words to my two songs in my head. I listened as each boy was called up to perform their two songs, and my confidence started to soar as I heard croaky voices warbling, shy quiet voices barely making it to the judges tables and one lad just burst into tears when he forgot the third verse to O Holy Night! Finally my name was called and after taking a sip of water from the bottle that Mr Keagan had bought in with him, I stepped up onto the stage.

 

"Okay then Liam, what are you singing for us?" Carl asked me, smiling a broad smile as I looked at him.

"My first song is This Is The Day," I replied politely, flashing my perfect teeth at the three men.

"I like that one," Doyle said. "I'm sure you're going to do great."

"Thank you sir," I dripped honey into my voice, and grinned to myself as I saw the man squirm slightly in his seat as he dropped a hand underneath the table.

"Off you go then," the third man said. I didn't recognise him, but he looked a lot nicer than the other two judges. He was fairly young, well, younger than the other two pervs anyway. I started to wonder if I was going to be servicing him tonight as a thank you if he gave me a yes vote. The music started and I sang the song note perfect.

 This is the day, the day which the Lord has made

We will rejoice and be glad in it

This is the day, the day which the Lord has made

We will rejoice and be glad in it

This is the day

O praise the Lord of Heaven

Praise him in the highest,

Praise him all ye angels of his

Praise him all ye souls

Praise him sun and moon

Praise him all ye stars of light

Let them praise the name of the Lord

For he shall give his angels charge over thee

To keep thee in all thy ways

To keep thee in all thy ways

To keep thee in all thy ways

The Lord himself is my keeper

The Lord is my defense upon my right hand

So that the sun shall not hurt thee by day

Neither the moon by night

The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil

Yeah, it is even he that shall keep thy soul

The Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in

From this I know

From this I know

From this I know forever more

He shall defend thee

He shall defend thee

He shall defend thee under his wings

He shall defend thee

He shall defend thee

He shall defend thee under his wings

Be strong

And He shall comfort thine heart

Shall comfort thine heart

And who shall I trust?

I trust in the Lord

Whose power I trust in, the Lord,

In the Lord

 

(by John Rutter)

 

As I finished, I received a fair round of applause from the watching audience. I looked at the three judges and they were smiling, which must be good surely?

"And your second song is?" the still unnamed judge asked me.

"Tears From Heaven, sir," I replied respectfully.

"I definitely like that one, especially when those three lads sang it so beautifully," Doyle commented.

"Well, Liam has his chance to match them now doesn't he?" Carl added.

Knowing that the pressure was now on, I waited for those first haunting notes before starting to sing.

 

Would you know my name

If I saw you in heaven?

Would it be the same

If I saw you in heaven?

I must be strong

And carry on

'Cause I know I don't belong

Here in heaven

Would you hold my hand

If I saw you in heaven?

Would you help me stand

If I saw you in heaven?

I'll find my way

Through night and day

'Cause I know I just can't stay

Here in heaven

Time can bring you down

Time can bend your knees

Time can break your heart

Have you begging please

Begging please

Beyond the door

There's peace I'm sure

And I know there'll be no more

Tears in heaven

 

(by Eric Clapton)

 

This time, as my final word drifted to silence, there was a deafening quiet in the room. Had I messed up somewhere? I didn't think so. I'd practiced it so hard as it is one of my favourite songs of all time. My fears were unfounded as after a few moments, the whole room was on its feet, including the three judges. My own tears started to trickle as they told me that I had exceeded the emotion put into the song by The Choirboys and that if Mr Clapton was in the room, he was be in pieces himself. I thanked them for their comments, twice, and after receiving three `very big yeses' I left the stage to be engulfed in a hug by first Mr Keagan and then the Reverend.

 

"I told you he was something special," Mr Keagan gushed as Doyle came over to shake his hand and pat me on the head like a little puppy.

"He is indeed," replied the judge. "Even if I hadn't fucked his little arse, I think I'd still be putting him through."

They both laughed at the comment, making me blush in embarrassment that they are happy to talk about me like that.

"So do I get a private rendition later, Liam?" he asked me.

I ducked my head, not wanting to have to spend any more time with him, but the Reverend came to my rescue.

"I'm afraid not Doyle," Reverend Jeremy told him. "Liam's a little worn out after last night's performances and with the stress of today on top, I think he will need to rest before the final tomorrow."

"Oh that's a shame," the pervie judge replied. "Just promise me that I get to sample him before you leave tomorrow."

"I promise you that if Liam is in the top three and qualifies for the Regionals," Mr Keagan started. "He will be in your room for the winner's party."

"Excellent," Doyle smiled. "I'll go and tell Carl. I don't think we need to pressurize Adam at all as he was enraptured by your voice and looks."

"Will he be there as well?" I asked, finding my voice amongst the men who were planning the next abuse of my body.

"Who? Adam?" Doyle queried. Seeing the nod of my head, he continued. "Alas no. He doesn't fully appreciate a boy's beauty to the extent that Carl and I do."

"You mean he's straight as a dime, has a wife with three daughters and is actually in the business for the sake of the business," Mr Keagan laughed.

"Yes, exactly," Doyle answered. "There's always some weird ones that slip through the net."

 

With a ruffle of my hair, followed by a stroke of my cheek, the judge left us and we departed the room. I wanted to go and tell David how I'd done but I was being led away by the Reverend so I just waved at him across the waiting room and gave him a thumbs up. I saw him break into a huge smile and gave me an `ok' sign back. My two adult guardians ushered me down a corridor and we waited outside the elevator entrance while it made its way down from the fifth floor. The door pinged opened and we stepped into the empty life.

 

"Well, I think you made quite the impression there, Liam," Reverend Jeremy said.

"Really?" I gushed. Gushed? "Did they really like my singing?"

"Amongst other things," muttered Mr Keagan. "I think that Doyle definitely enjoyed his private time with you, as I've never seen him approach a group with his hard on so plainly visible."

"I, um, don't have to do anything with him again do I?" I have whined, half pleaded. "I don't like him."

"I told you before Liam," Reverend Jeremy started, before in a fit of rebellion I cut him off.

"Yeah, I know, I'm the good thing that happens to others," I snapped. "Well, what about a good thing for me?"

"Don't you take that tone of voice with us, young man!" Mr Keagan whipped back at me, grabbing my shoulders to face him. As he did, the door pinged and opened and he took hold of my arm and marched me to our room.

"I'm sorry, Mr Keagan," I started, catching a breath in my voice as he tightened his grip on me. "I didn't mean it."

"I think you did," my choirmaster replied and swiped us in to our room, pushing me inside. "Strip."

"Pardon?" I asked, stunned at his complete change of demeanour towards me.

"I said get yourself out of that cassock," he said slowly, as if I was a naughty four year old. "NOW!"

 

I didn't hesitate and tried to get my buttons undone, but as always started to struggle when I couldn't reach the ones at the top.

 

"Get out of those clothes NOW!" Mr Keagan fairly yelled at me.

 

I tugged at the button, tears now flowing down my cheeks in fear of what would happen if I didn't do as he asked. Reverend Jeremy came to my rescue, at least in terms of taking off my cassock, as he undid the top two buttons, allowing it to fall to the floor, leaving me standing naked apart from my grey socks that had sagged to my ankles. I watched as Mr Keagan took a seat on the end of one of the beds, his legs only slightly apart. He'd made no effort to undo anything so I started to wonder what he had in mind for me.

 

"Come here boy," he commanded me, anger still evident in his tone.

 

I walked slowly towards him, my limp inch moving with each slow step that I made. As I got within arm's reach of my choirmaster, his hand shot out quickly to grab me and before I knew it, I was face down, across his lap with my backside face up. I yelped and cried out in pain as for the first time in my life, I was spanked. Not only spanked, but spanked on my naked rear end. I cried as hard smack after hard smack was laid on my butt cheeks, cheeks that I'm sure were turning redder and redder with each connecting blow. I struggled and squirmed to get off Mr Keagan's lap, to escape, but his strength held me down. Finally he ended my punishment and released his grip and I rolled off his lap and fell onto the hotel room floor. Sobbing, I tried to stand up but my legs wouldn't work properly so I crawled my way to the safety of the bathroom and shut the door behind me.

 

I heaved deep breaths as sobs wracked my body. The bathroom floor was tiled so I gingerly rolled onto my backside to let the coldness of the ceramic to help soothe my burning backside. I heard raised voices through the wall but couldn't quite hear what was being said. A slam of a door, and then a quiet knock at the bathroom door.

 

"Go `way!" I cried out.

"Liam, let me come in, my son," the Reverend said through the door.

"No!" I sobbed. "Lea' me alone!"

"Let me in, my child," he repeated softly. "Let me make sure you are okay."

"Not okay!" I snivelled, my voice catching as I tried to control my breathing from the huff huff huff motions it was going through.

"I know you're not, my son," he replied. "But let me take care of you. I've spoken with Mr Keagan about what he has just done."

"Don't let him in!" I begged.

"He was gone back downstairs," Reverend Jeremy reassured me. "It's just the two of us now."

 

I got up, wincing as the skin of my bum stuck to cold tiles before peeling itself off and I unlocked the door. Opening it slowly, I saw the concerned look on my Reverend's face. Fresh tears started to flow down my face and he held his arms open to me and I rushed into them, burying my face into his cassock. He stroked my hair, my back and very gently and tenderly, his hands found their way to my burning backside.

 

"I didn't mean to be bad," I cried into his chest, loving that my Reverend was here, holding my body, comforting me.

"I know you didn't sweetness," he soothed me. "Now let's have a proper look at your bum."

 

He picked me up and carried me over to the bed, where he laid me face down. Hands once again caressed my butt cheeks, and I felt air blow again my skin. I giggled as I turned my head to see the Reverend gently blowing. I sighed to myself as I felt his lips touch my skin. I was turned over and my little pricklet was standing at full attention. It was no surprise when Reverend Jeremy sucked my hard shaft into his mouth, one hand gently rubbing my little ballsack while the other softly squeezed my bum cheeks. I linked my hands behind my head, spreading my legs to allow my Reverend full access to my naked body. I loved the time we spent together and despite my earlier request that I be allowed to not do anything tonight, I knew that I would willing submit my body for his use once again. A finger scratched across my hole and I gasped slightly as it pushed inside me. I started to hump against it, face fucking the grey haired man who I revered above all. I thought I saw spots in front of my eyes as I felt the invading finger push and prod against that little spot inside me. Bucking hard, I rode the now familiar feeling of my dry climax as my cock throbbed inside the warm, wet mouth.

 

As my body flopped on the bed in pleasant afterglow, I felt my legs push upwards towards my chest. I looked down and saw the now naked form of Reverend Jeremy, his seven inches fully hard. Knowing he wanted access to my little hole, I grabbed my legs by the knees and pulled them up to me, fully exposing myself.

 

"That's it, child," he said softly, an approving smile on his face.

 

I felt my hole widen as he pushed himself inside me. Groaning in pleasure, I had got used to how he eased himself into me. After our talk this morning, he seemed to want to make sure that I was enjoying it as well as my body being there for his own gratification. I grunted slightly as I felt his balls touch my skin and once more, I felt proud that I could take the whole length of him in my bum. I wanted nothing more than to please my Reverend. He started to pull out, stretching my hole before pushing the length back into me. My body slid on the bed sheets as the Reverend picked up his speed and power of his fucking. I felt my arms begin to ache so I released my legs, allowing them to snake around the waist of the man who was shagging my bum hole with such joy. He leaned forward, resting his body on his elbows so that his weight didn't crush me, and I embraced his body, wrapping my arms around his upper torso, pulling myself slightly off the bed so that I could feel the warmth of his skin next to mine. Unfortunately the difference in our heights didn't allow us to kiss, but instead I was at the level with his nipples. I kissed one, then the other, before taking his left one into my mouth and sucking on it. I'd actually enjoyed that when the fat slob Mr Jackson had done it to me, so wondered if I could further please Reverend Jeremy.

 

"Oh Liam, that's it," he sighed. "Suck on my nip like you would your mother's titty."

 

I giggled slightly at the thought of me sucking my Mum's tit now, but a hard thrust brought my thoughts back to the job on hand. I found that by holding on to the Reverend's body and having lifted myself off the bed slightly, I could now move my hips in a rhythm to match the humping dick in my bum. I tried my best to match his motions and found that as sweat started to pool between us, my cock was getting unexpected attention as friction between us rubbed it back to its full two inch mast.  I felt the Reverend's banging start to get more insistent and his breaths started to become gasps. I had now got a little experience and knew that he was getting close to shooting his seed inside me once again so I started trying to clamp my bum.

 

"Oh my sweet Lord, that's it child," he moaned. He gasped out loud and thrust hard, holding his position, as he started to shake. I could swear that I felt his cock grow inside me and with a slightly strangled cry, he humped me quickly four, five, six times before collapsing on top of me, pinning me to the bed. My own cock throbbed and I just about managed to get a little motion underneath his weight as I humped my hips into his lower chest. I felt my toes start to curl and I gripped his back with all my strength, my nails pinching into his flesh.

"Oh jeez!" I whimpered as my second dry climax hit my young body. I was pulled up towards the headboard and as soon as we were level with each other, Reverend Jeremy's mouth was on mine. I opened up, allowing his tongue into my mouth. I sucked on it greedily, basking in the affection that he was bestowing on my body. However, it wasn't long before the whole day's events started to catch up with me and I felt myself yawn into the kiss.

"Maybe you should get some rest," Reverend Jeremy said, stroking my hair that must be a mess after the lovemaking.

"I'm okaaay," I yawned a second time and felt my eyelids start to droop.

 

With the soft strokes on my head, I gave in to the battle against sleep and entered the land of nod once more, safe in the knowledge that my Reverend was there, watching over me.

 

 End of chapter

 

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