Date: Tue, 17 Mar 2020 10:56:52 +0000 From: A Porter Subject: Rods Of Redemption - Part 4 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+ - - - I was getting rather nervous as Pastor Gyan drove along the narrow country lanes. The overhanging trees made everything look gloomy and grim. Martin and Russell sat on the back seat in silence. This trip was becoming more and more precarious by the minute - the pastor was not a very good driver, and his car was making all kinds of disturbing noises. "The Retreat isn't too far away now, boys," said the pastor. "So I want you all to be on your very best behaviour when you meet Bishop Ferrari. The Right Reverend Alfredo will be so happy to see you three sinners in the nude." "So we won't be wearing these silly nightshirts for much longer?" asked Martin. "They itch like crazy." "Yes, the white cassocks do itch. I'm sorry about that," replied the pastor. "But Alfredo doesn't want the locals to see you entering The Retreat in the altogether. Men and boys have already been seen wandering around the grounds in the nude by a few birdwatchers, so Alfredo has been forced to act." "So it's a nudist camp of sorts?" asked Russell. "Old priests and choirboys having sex in the open air." "Hush that talk, boy," said the pastor. "Bishop Ferrari will cane your backside if he hears such comments. The Retreat is a place of sanctuary and reflection. A place of contemplation and..." "Having sex with naked schoolboys in the open air," interrupted Martin, giggling. "If you two don't behave yourselves," said the pastor, "I will be forced to leave you at The Retreat for the rest of the school holidays. So that will entail getting up before dawn every day; ice-cold baths on a daily basis; and lots and lots of manual labour .... Cutting back the thorny undergrowth, before a spy-proof fence is installed around the parameter." I smiled as Martin and Russell fell silent again. I then spotted a wooden signpost giving directions to 'Mowbray Retreat'. The old mansion stood high on a hill, and was completely surrounded by dense woodland. As we got closer, I saw two high and wide wrought-iron gates, but no sign of any naked priests or choirboys. "Best behaviour, boys," said the pastor. "And don't take those cassocks off until you are told to." A well-built man, dressed in army fatigues, appeared from out of nowhere. He opened the gates and waited for the car to enter the well-kept grounds. He then locked the gates and disappeared into the bushes beside the drive. "That was spooky," I said. "He was there one minute, then gone the next." "That's Léon, the gatekeeper," said the pastor. "He was in the French Foreign Legion, and he isn't very friendly. He killed a man in Paris, with his bare hands, so keep well away from him." "Will do," I said, as I locked the door beside me. Martin and Russell laughed at my timid response, but locked the back doors as well. When we arrived at the main entrance, Bishop Ferrari was standing on the stone steps that led up to the front door. He was a burly black man in his early sixties, and wore a black cassock. "Welcome one and all," he boomed, as we all got out of the car. "Three new sinners to help me with my rehabilitation project. Excellent work, Emmanuel." Apparently, the mansion was used to rehabilitate wayward priests. The men had succumb to their sexual urges and fallen from grace. They needed to confront the error of their ways, so the bishop encouraged them to re-enact their failings in front of other sinners. And that's where Martin, Russell and I came in. Boys like us were dressed up as sexy schoolboys, horny choirboys, and raunchy Boy Scouts. A roomful of wayward priests would then see how easy it was for the priest in question to undress a cheeky young imp and play with his naughty bits. "Steep the sinner in sexual perversion," said the bishop, as he helped me remove my cassock in the hallway. "Watch him toy with a boy's rigid penis and smooth buttocks. Show him how easy it is for the Devil to lead him astray, and how easy it is for him to bend a boy over and use his lustful length to penetrate the cheeky young imp." Bishop Ferrari helped Martin and Russell remove their itchy cassocks. He then continued with his words of wisdom as he handed all three garments to the pastor. "Get everything out in the open," he boomed. "Steep a sinner in sexual perversion. Let him see what the Devil is up to. And then, when he has had his fill of wickedness and debauchery, plunge him into a bath of ice-cold water." Martin, Russell and I looked at the pastor in disbelief. Bishop Ferrari was clearly off his rocker, and we three sinners were standing in front of him in the nude. "Then cane him back to the path of righteousness," he continued. "It's the only way to redeem a wayward soul." A door on our left suddenly opened and a naked man beckoned us into the room beyond. A dozen or so naked men sat in chairs, watching a naked man and half-dressed boy demonstrate how easy it was to sin. "Continue with the demonstration," said the bishop. "I will introduce you all to the three new sinners afterwards." - - - The boy who had been stripped naked and fucked by the wayward priest looked totally exhausted after the demonstration. He was eventually carried out of the room by two men, as another man picked up the Boy Scout uniform he had been wearing and put it in a small holdall. "These three scallywags will be our guests for the next few days," announced the bishop. "You can thank Pastor Gyan for their timely arrival. We seem to be running out of cheeky young imps; now that our well-heeled sponsor has decided to take a few boys away on holiday with him." The bishop stepped aside to allow the pastor to introduce his timely arrivals. There was now six boys at The Retreat, so all would be well for a few days more. "Martin and Russell are members of Pastor Debrah's congregation, and Gavin is a member of my congregation," said the pastor. "They and their parents have all been educated in the ways of our church. And being white sinners, they have all been well and truly lanced by the black rods of redemption." The wayward priests murmured their approval as they stroked their hard-standing cocks. "They all look fit and submissive," said a man at the back. "Are they to be used as a group, or individually?" "Both," replied the bishop. "Beggars can't be choosers, so we must use these boys morning, noon and night. I've arranged a schedule to keep them fully occupied at all times." "Excellent," said a man at the front. "Now give us a twirl boys." Martin, Russell and I turned around slowly. We all wiggled our arses as they came into full view. Another murmur of approval filled the room as the men continued to stroke their rigid stems. The bishop stepped closer to me and put an arm round my shoulders. He then ran a finger down my chest and stomach, before taking hold of my cock and squeezing it. "Don't be embarrassed, boy," he whispered, as he licked my ear. "You can tell us if you like one cock at a time, or several cocks at the same time. So which is it, boy?" My cock was painfully hard in his hand. I felt my face burning up with embarrassment - I so wanted to go with the latter choice, the more cocks the merrier. However, I knew this man wanted me all to himself initially. "One cock at first," I replied diplomatically. "Then three or four cocks." "Good," he said, as he took off his cassock. "Now let's leave your two friends to their fate. They can sweat it out in here with the fallen, whilst me and you go upstairs to my rooms." Martin and Russell were slowly pulled down into a scrum of seething black bodies; and as they went, their mouths and arseholes were filled with hard-standing cock. I so envied them as I was ushered out the room and up the stairs. "Now bend over, boy," said the bishop, "and slowly go up those stairs on your hands and feet. I want to see your arse in all its glory as I follow you up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire." I did as I was told, and had to stop a few times on the way - the bishop was eager to finger-fuck my hole and squeeze my ball-sac, so I stopped dead in my tracks whenever his hand touched my arse-cheeks. In his bedroom, he suddenly pulled me close and kissed me full on the lips. I melted in his powerful caress as he wrapped his arms around me. "Do you find me attractive, boy?" he asked. "Yes, sir," I lied, as I squeezed his rock-hard cock. "If you do well, over the next few days, I'll ask Emmanuel to let you stay for a while longer. Would you like that, Gavin?" "Yes, sir," I lied, as I began to stroke his awesome length. "And if you do really well, I'll make you my personal sex slave." I cried out as my cock suddenly shed its load unaided. I liked the idea of being a sex slave, but I didn't like the idea of being the bishop's personal sex slave. Martin and Russell were having the time of their lives downstairs, with the fallen. All those wonderful cocks to service! Meanwhile, I was down on my knees sucking a single cock. It was a really nice cock, but I wanted more. "Good, boy," said the bishop, as he ruffled my hair. "That feels great. Now lie face down on the bed and let me plough you deep and hard." I quickly complied, spreading my legs to the max. The man lubed my hole and lanced me for a good twenty minutes. I just couldn't believe my luck as I was taken on a long and exhausting ride. Sweat poured off me as my arsehole was well and truly fucked. Yes, the bishop was old; but boy could he fuck. I suddenly shed another load of spunk unaided, and thanked my lucky star that the Right Reverend Alfredo had picked me rather than Martin or Russell. Maybe I had been a little too quick in dismissing the idea of becoming a "personal sex slave". The man was now hammering my arse into the mattress as we both whooped and hollered. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" exclaimed the bishop. "Prepare to receive a deluge of seed, my boy." My whole body shuddered as the man climaxed. I pushed up as he pushed down. We really enjoyed that first get-together, and didn't move for some time afterwards.