Date: Tue, 25 Feb 2020 16:01:43 +0000 From: A Porter Subject: Rods Of Redemption - Part 1 This story is a work of fiction. If material describing sex between men and teenage boys is illegal in your country, then read no further. Nifty is a free resource, but it does require money to stay on the Internet. Therefore, please consider donating to Nifty at: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Gay / adult-youth / interracial: oral anal, M+/t+ - - - It wasn't Sunday, but my dad and I were off to church. My mom and dad were religious in an odd sort of way, and attended a church that had links to a Pentecostal ministry. The church was run by Pastor Emmanuel Gyan. He was from Ghana, and so was most of his congregation. The man was tall and thin, and very charismatic. He had coal-black skin and looked to be in his early forties. Only two white families attended the church, and we received extra attention from Pastor Gyan. He insisted that we attend his mid-week gatherings. Driving out sin was the aim of the Tuesday and Thursday meetings. Karen and my mom attended the Tuesday meetings, whilst the Thursday meetings were reserved for John, my dad, and me. John and my dad were both in their early thirties. They were of average height and build, and had Mister Average written all over them. However, they did have a craving for black cock, which made them very malleable and submissive. Their addiction had brought them in contact with Pastor Gyan. He had administered to their needs, and now they were enslaved to the man. A room in the basement of the church was the venue for the mid-week gatherings. The Ghanaian elders wore nothing but long, open robes; Pastor Gyan was also naked under his open robe; and the three white sinners stood completely naked before their coal-black redeemers. Being only thirteen years old, and the shortest of the three sinners, I stood between John and my dad. "We are gathered here this evening to drive out the evil that lurks within our white brethren," said Pastor Gyan. "We will use prayer and the cane initially. Then, if that fails, we will use our rods of redemption to lure the Devil out." The elders murmured their approval as they removed their robes. They were all muscular-looking men, with mighty long cocks. Four of them looked older than the pastor, and one looked slightly younger. "The cane never works on the blond imp," said Daniel, "so who will lure the Devil out of him this week?" "Good question," replied Pastor Gyan. "Elder Noble and Elder Otoo, I think. Yes, it's their turn this week." Daniel mumbled something under his breath, and then picked up a cane and prodded my dad's arse with it. "Assume the position, sinners!" he snapped. "Face off and bend over!" John and my dad did as they were told in double-quick time. They stood facing each other, with their legs slightly apart. They then bent forward and took hold of each other for mutual support. This Greco-Roman wrestling stance ensured that they wouldn't fall over when the cane struck their arse-cheeks. The pastor then placed a long, double-ended dildo into their mouths. The dildo helped keep the noise down, and gave the men something to bite on during the caning. I was bent over in another part of the room when the cane first struck my dad's arse. Elder Noble and Elder Otoo were spit-roasting me with their hard-standing cocks. Samuel (Elder Otoo) was luring the Devil out of my mouth, whilst Kofi (Elder Noble) was luring the Devil out of my arsehole. Meanwhile, Pastor Gyan was toying with my cock and hairless ball-sac. "These white arse-souls are a magnet for the Devil," said Daniel. "Only the cane and our rods of redemption can keep Satan at bay. Without these weekly meetings, the poor fellows would fall from grace and be lost forever." "Amen," said Joseph and Raphael, the two elders waiting patiently for Daniel to finish the two-arse beating. With the pastor and two elders working on my "snow-white body", and three elders redeeming John and my dad, the black-on-white fuck-fest went on for several hours. All three "white arse-souls" were fucked at least three times that evening. - - - When Daniel arrived to pick me up the following Saturday morning, I saw the redhead sitting in the back of the car. Russell was rather sniffy and unfriendly. He clearly didn't like the idea of sharing his black cock treasure with anyone else. However, he had no say in the matter, the pastor had teamed us up, and that was that. "Hello, Gavin," said Daniel. "Get in the back with Russell. I had to stop for petrol, so we're running a bit late." Russell and I jostled around on the backseat. The boy just wouldn't shift over and give me any space. "Settle down," said Kofi, as the car pulled away from the kerb. "If you don't behave, I'll put one of you in the boot of the car, under lock and key." "What! Like the milk round?" asked Russell. "That was fun." "No," replied Kofi. "Clothes stay on this time .... And we won't be making stops to let the sinners in the woods milk the boy in the boot. We're running late, so no milking today." Russell and I continued to jostle around, so Daniel stopped the car to let Kofi out. I was taken aback when Russell opened the door on his side and basically volunteered for the punishment. The fourteen-year-old was dragged out of the car, slapped hard across the arse, and then forced into the boot of the car. The spot Daniel had chosen to stop was well off the beaten track. The pastor's house was several miles out of town, so no one saw Russell being bundled into the boot. - - - In the living-room, Russell and I stood stark-bollock-naked in front of Pastor Gyan and the five elders. Russell was tall and wiry, just like me. However, his uncut cock was longer and thicker than mine. Plus, he did have some red hair growing around his genitals. "Lie on the floor, Rusty," ordered the pastor. "Face down, with your arms and legs fully outstretched. We want to see your gateway to heaven, so spread those legs as wide as you can." Russell lay on the floor and spread out his arms and legs. "Now, Gavin," continued the pastor. "I want you to help me oil up Rusty's gateway." "Catch, boy," said Raphael, as he threw a tube of lube at me. "Oil him up real good. We don't want his arse-lips squeaking when the rods of redemption go in." "C'mon, boy!" snapped Daniel. "Step lively." Somehow, my "gateway to heaven" was also oiled up in the process. I worked on Russell's arsehole while the pastor worked on mine. Needless to say, I ended up face down on the floor as well. The six men came down on us like a ton of bricks. Russell and I were pounded into the carpet during the first session; then after a brief respite, we were bent over a wooden table and fucked again.' "Tighten up, Gavin," said Samuel. "Spread your legs and tighten up those sexy arse-lips." "And keep huffing and puffing, boy," added Joseph. "I really like all those great sounds you make." "C'mon, Rusty!" snapped Daniel. "Don't let the new boy outclass you. Push back and clench my rod with your arse-muscles. Don't let Gavin win the day." Russell swore, and was quickly admonished. Pastor Gyan liked to fuck boys, but he didn't like them swearing during a black-on-white coupling. - - - After the table fuck, and another brief respite, Russell and I were ordered to give the men a show. I kept my eyes shut and tried not to climax. I so wanted the cock-sucking to go on forever. Unfortunately, I was no match for Russell's lips and tongue as they easily overwhelmed my resistance. "Gulp it down, Rusty," said Raphael. "Drain his balls dry." "Look at the other end," said Kofi. "There's spunk all over Gavin's face. He's covered in it." "You're suppose to swallow it, boy," said Daniel, laughing. "Not wash in it." "Great show!" exclaimed Kofi. "We would have missed all that splatter if he'd kept going. So I'm glad he didn't." I was panting, and my heart was pounding away like crazy. I had never been in such a horny position before - I was lying naked on the floor, in a 69-position with another naked boy, and there were six burly black men looking down on us. "That's mighty sweet," said Samuel. "I do hope you two sinners will be back here next Saturday." Russell and I both nodded our heads and smiled. - - - The following Saturday, Samuel arrived at the house carrying two bags of ropes, chains and leather straps. "I should have everything I need," he said, as he looked Russell up and down. "If not, I'll have to improvise." Russell stood naked beneath an oak crossbeam, which ran across the living-room ceiling. There was a metal hook screwed into the crossbeam, which had probably held an oil lamp before the days of electricity. Leather straps were secured around the redhead's wrists and ankles. His uncut cock was ultra stiff, and looked so suckable. Samuel padlocked the ankle straps together, and then moved onto padlocking the wrist straps together. Russell was then ordered to raise his arms above his head, so that the wrist straps could be tied to the metal hook. Standing fully upright, with his legs together, Russell couldn't move at all. The redhead did look quite sexy in that position beneath the crossbeam. He was completely at the mercy of Samuel, the elder with the "awesome grip". The audience oohed and ahhed as Russell's rigid cock was slowly stroked to the nth degree, and then suddenly released to bob up and down in torment. His sexy ball-sac looked so tiny and tight, and the noises he made kept all the cocks in the room ultra stiff. Samuel kept Russell on the brink of a climax for ages. The stroke-and-release jig continued to enthral the audience as it was repeated over and over again. Everyone, except Russell, didn't want Samuel to stop. We all loved the way the redhead begged for mercy. He moaned and groaned, and sighed a lot, but still the torment continued. The climax, when it did come, triggered several audience members to give up their own seed. The gusher, like the stroke-and-release jig, went on and on for ages. More oohs and ahhs filled the room as jets of spunk flew through the air. The "awesome grip" had struck gold again. Another sinner was huffing and puffing in his bonds, and hanging from a metal hook with a cock that refused to go limp. I looked at Russell and hoped that someone would ask me to step forward.