Date: Wed, 17 Jul 2019 01:42:15 +0000 (UTC)
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Subject: "Born to Serve" Chapter 6

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Born to Serve
Chapter Six

	His bladder empty, Mike crammed his big cock into his pants and
zipped up. The two of them went over to the basins and washed their
hands. Kevin rinsed his mouth. Mike gave him a breath mint as they went out
the door. "Don't want you to have piss-breath when I introduce you."
	They went into the auditorium and sat in one of the back rows. The
service had already started. After a couple of prayers, songs and scripture
readings, the preacher, the Reverend Dr. Ambrose Theodore Huntington III,
Th.D., stood up and moved to the pulpit. Dr. Huntington was a handsome
55-year-old scion of a well-know preacher family. Both his grandfather and
father had been prominent preachers and leaders of the denomination. Kevin
remembered him from last summer when, except when they had guest preachers,
he had preached every day during the time Kevin's group was at the camp. He
was over 6 feet tall, and under the dark, well-tailored suits he was
usually dressed in it was obvious that he had a lean, muscular body. As he
listened to the man and watched as he strode across the platform on his
long legs, sometimes bending out to the congregation of adults and
teenagers before returning to the pulpit to emphasise his point, Kevin, his
mind filled with the things he had learned about himself since last summer,
thought of a great lion, his full head of thick tawny-blonde hair like the
mane of a male lion, the leader of his pride, the alpha male. Although
Kevin had not had any real contact with Reverend Huntington last year, he
remembered him, and that he lead a large church in D.C. He also recalled
that he had almost always been accompanied by his assistants, two
good-looking, muscular younger men. The powerful sermon over, all stood for
the last song, the "altar call." Many teenaged boys and girls went down
during the song to be counselled by ministers who were waiting at the
front. The preacher's two assistants went down from the platform to assist
with this while he sat and watched. When the assisting ministers led the
group out the doors at the front of the hall, the two assistants returned
to the platform and Dr. Huntington rose to pronounce the Benediction after
which everyone began to leave.
	Mike indicated to Kevin that they should make their way to the
front. "I want you to meet Dr. Huntington and his sons."
	"Are the two men with him his sons?"
	"No. They're seminary students. He selects two students from the
seminary each year to be his assistants during the camp. It is considered
an honor and it helps them when they graduate to get positions at good
churches. His eldest son, Ted, has his own church in the State capitol and
his youngest, John, is a camper. He's a senior, or will be when school
starts, at Middleton Prep," which Kevin knew was a famous boarding school
for boys in a neighboring state. They went through one of the doors in the
front, not the door the group of teenagers had exited. In the hallway
behind the platform a group of men and a few women were gathered, talking
and visiting with one another. Several of the men spoke to Mike, and a
couple of women asked about his wife. One of the Dr. Huntington's
assistants came up to them.
	"Reverend Stewart, Dr. Huntington told me to find you and bring you
and your companion to his study. This way."
	Mike and Kevin followed the attractive seminarian through the halls
until they arrived in front of an imposing dorway, which the young man
opened and let them pass through before stepping in himself and closing the
it behind him.
	Before them was an imposing desk behind which was seated the
Dr. Huntington. To one side against the paneled wall was a leather sofa and
two leather chairs. Sitting at one end of the sofa was a younger version of
Dr. Huntington except his thick hair was more brown that golden. In one of
the chairs was an even younger Huntington, the prep-school senior Kevin
surmised. While his father was dressed in slacks and a sport coat, he was
in khakis and a bright colored polo shirt. On his feet were docksiders with
no socks. All this Kevin saw in a quick look, also noticing the dark hairs
on the boy's legs between the trousers and shoes.
	Turning his attention back to the man behind the desk, he saw that
he had his coat off, and Kevin noticed it hanging on a stand to the right
of the desk. On that side of the desk stood the two assistants seemingly
waiting to be of service. The seated man's gleaming white shirt had clearly
been custom made to fit his upper body perfectly. It was just snug enough
to show off the wide muscled shoulders with the big biceps of the arms
below them. The body of the shirt was just tight enough to show off the
defined planes of his chest and the flat, and assumably hard, abdomen below
them. Kevin was surprised that a man the age Mike had said had such a
body. He stood up with grace and reached over the desk to shake hands with
Mike.
	"Well, Mike, it's good to see you again. Joseph," he said, nodding
toward the young man who had brought them in, "tells me you've brought a
good-sized group this year, as usual. Any possibilities?"
	"There are several players on the baseball and football teams who
show some potential. As you know, it's always difficult to judge on the
home field."
	"How well I know! You had a couple of boys last year who seemed to
adjust pretty well."
	"Oh yes, Joseph Jenkins and Harry Holmes. They went off to college
and, from all reports, have done very well. Once they became accustomed to
the change of environment, they are showing themselves to be real leaders."
	'Joseph Jenkins and Harry Holmes!' Kevin thought. They were
respectively the captains of the football and basketball teams, the most
popular boys in the high school. Their list of honors filled almost an
entire page in the yearbook.
	"Good! Good! I'm glad we were able to help them find
themselves. This is the young man you wrote me about?"
	"Yes, sir. This is Kevin Jones," Mike said indicating to Kevin that
he should stand up. "He came to my attention at the end of camp last year,
Unfortunately you had already left, but as it was I let things go until the
opportunity arose resulting from my wife's pregnancy for him to come back
to camp as my helper. He goes to the University after we return home."
	"And things are working out?"
	"Oh yes, sir! He's a good boy. Very trainable."
	"You wrote he's still a virgin anally."
	"Yes, sir."
	"Will you take him?"
	"No. You know my preferences, sir."
	"Yes! Yes! And you've never...?"
	"Well, yes I have. It just isn't my thing, though I have thought
about it with him. If you want it, sir..."
	"No! No! Later, there's plenty of time the next three weeks."
	"Whenever you want. He's a strong athelete. He'll still be tight
after."
	"Yes. I'm sure he will. It's been my experience a young man's
asshole has great resiliancy. Come here, boy," he said to Kevin. "Come
around here so I can look at you," he said as he swiveled his big chair
around to his right. Mike nodded his head toward the waiting man, and the
boy walked around the desk to stand before the preacher. "You're a very
good-looking boy he said as he reached up to run his hands over the boy's
chest and shoulders, down his arms and onto his flat stomach. "Take your
shirt off!" Kevin obeyed instantly as the man leaned back into his chair to
get a better look. After a few minutes he leaned forward and ran his big
hands up the boy's thighs and into his shorts before he ordered, "Drop your
shorts and kick them away along with your shoes!" Quickly obeying the older
man's orders, Kevin stood naked before him. "Nice! You are a beautiful
boy. I don't doubt you will give many men great pleasure" he said as he
reached up to fondle Kevin's cock and balls. It took only a moment for him
to become fully hard. "Very nicek! Too bad it will never be used! Have you
thought about caging it, Mike?"
	"No, sir. I like it the way it is. I'll leave that decision to his
next master."
	"Ted," he called to his son, "Come over here and see this pretty
boy Mike has brought with him."
	Reverend Huntingto IV came over and looked Kevin over. "Nice!" he
said as he ran his equally large hands over the boy's body, cupping his
balls before running it over the thick shaft sticking out from the boy's
bush. "You're right, Dad. It's too bad it will never be put to use. I know
some men don't want to see something like this, but I like to be fucking a
sub who has all the equipment to be a man, but isn't," he said as he rubbed
up and down the now slick shaft, slick with the pre-cum Kevin was leaking
out of his piss-hole, before dropping it and walking back to the sofa, the
outline of his big cock clear under his slacks.
	During this exchange the seated man had opened his dark trousers
and pulled out a very large, half-hard cock. "Do you like to drink Mike's
piss, Kevin?" he asked as he gently stroked his semi-tumescent member.
	"Yes, sir."
	"Do you want to drink mine?"
	"Yes, sir."
	"Then get down on your knees and get to it!"
	The naked boy dropped to his knees between the preacher's spread
legs and took the head and a couple of inches of the shaft into his mouth
as the acrid yellow urine began to flow. He swallowed as quickly as he
could as the flow increased into a torrent. When it finally stopped and the
boy had sucked out the last drops, the older man pulled out and held his
hard thick log up for the boy to see. "Good boy! Not a drop spilled! But
look! Look what you've done to me! You going to take care of this for me?"
	"Oh! Yes, sir! Please, sir," he said as he licked his lips and
opened his mouth.
	"You've really trained him well," the older man said to the younger
one who was sitting across the desk watching. Mike was proud of his young
sub who was servicing the man who had been instrumental in showing him his
full potential when he was just a horney teenager fucking any girl who
would put out for him. Dr. Huntington was quickly holding Kevin's head down
into his crotch as he pumped his man-seed down the boy's throat. Satisfied,
he pushed the boy off him, causing him to fall backwards. "Go take care of
my son and grandson and anybody else who wants it!" he commanded.
	Kevin gathered himself up and walked over to kneel between the legs
of the Reverend Mr. Huntingting IV who already had his cock, a copy of his
father's big member, hard, having been stroking it as he watched his father
being serviced. "Get on that cock, gayboy. I need a good cum and after I
empty my nuts, I'm goinng to wash it down with a bladder full of piss," he
demanded as he forced Kevin's head down onto his ramrod. He was a hard
fucker who had been taught by his father and grandfather to sniff out
subservient gay sluts. He had learned on his own that he liked to use them
hard and rough. Because of his family's prominence and his own position, he
had learned to be discreet. However, he knew a few places on the East Coast
where he could go to find gay boys who wanted to be tied up, flogged and
fucked as hard and in any way their dominator desired. It took only a few
minutes before he smashed Kevin's face into his trousers and emptied his
balls into the swallowing throat. Without releasing the boy's head, he
relaxed his bladder and began to hose the still-clinging cocksnot down with
its contents. Kevin swallowed and swallowed until his head was finally
released, and he slumped to the floor at the man's feet gasping for breath.
	While watching his father using the other boy, the youngest
Huntington, who was caller "Fiver" by his prep-school chums and "Gorilla"
by those who didn't like him because of his arrogant, demanding
personality, had kicked off his shoes and stripped out of his trousers and
shirt so he was sprawled naked in the big club chair with his dark-haired
legs spread wide and his big hairy balls hanging over the front as he
pounded his Huntington-sized cock with both of his big jock hands. His
grandfather was not paricularly pleased with this display in his study, but
he had a soft spot for his only grandson because of his outstanding
scholastic successes and his legendary abilities on the playing fields. If
he could only learn to control this sort of excess, he would be able to
carry the family's reputation to even greater heights.
	"Get over here slut and suck my balls!" As Kevin scrambled over to
get between his hairy legs, the younger boy released the double-hold on his
pole and, raising up slightly, reached out and grabbed him by the hair to
pull his head into his open crotch. Jamming his face into his ball-sac the
dominant boy ordered in a firm voice, "Suck my balls you little shit! Get
'em into your shitty mouth and suck, you litle slut! I wanta feel that
slutty tongue washing that bag clean of my sweat. Then I wanta feel it in
my crack, sucking the shitty sweat around my hole," he demanded as he
placed his feet up onto the edge of the chair's cushion to raise his butt
up to expose his ass crack. Kevin, his brain reeling as he subconciously
revelled in the demands of the domineering younger boy, pressed his face
deeprer and deeper into the hot confines of the stud teenager's crotch,
licking and sucking in the hairy crack. Feeling his tongue against the
hard, muscular pucker of the jock's asshole, he redoubled his efforts to
satisfy his demands. Finally satisfied with the sub's humiliating
attentions, the horney young satyr pulled him up onto his rampant cock and
rammed it up into his throat with a powerful thrust of his muscular thighs
and hips.
	The sight of the hairy young stud fucking up and down into the
older boy's mouth as he held his head in his powerful hands was mesmerizing
for all the men in the room.  Mike was not happy with the treatment of his
still-learning boy, but he owed the older man gratitude for past guidance
and, hopefully, future support. And he had to admit to himself his cock was
as hard in his pants as he had ever known it. The two seminarians standing
on the other side of the desk were openly stroking the hard-as-steel cocks
imprisoned inside their dark trousers, hopefully anticipating their turns
with the compliant cocksucker.
	Soon, V's muscles tightened and his fucking grew more intense as he
filled Kevin's throat pussy with his teenager's cum. Again and again he
filled the older boy's mouth with his hot cum "Yeah! Yeah! Fuck! Fuck! Take
it you worthless queer! Take a master's cum down your worthless
pussy-hole!" he almost shouted. Finished, his muscles relaxed. He pulled
his cock out of Kevin's mouth. "Clean it cocksucker!" he demanded. Kevin
licked and sucked on the softening slab of meat until V was satisfied. "I'm
ready to take a piss! Get you mouth over the knob!" Kevin complied and
drank another draft of Huntington urine. Quickly wrapping his strong legs
tightly around the back of Kevin's thighs, V pulled the boy down on top of
his hairy torso. "Suck my tits, queerboy. Get your mouth down on my hairy
chest and suck on my tits. My gayboys at school love to suck on my
man-tits," he said as he ran his hands down Kevin's back and grabbed onto
his butt cheeks. Kevin did as he was told as V squeezed his cheeks and
pulled them apart. He called out, "Hey, Gramps, I wanta fuck this gayboy's
ass. I wanta take his fuckin' cherry. Can I? Can I fuck his cherry ass
while you all watch?"
	Dr. Huntington looked over at Mike. After a moment's hesitation,
the younger man nodded his head yes. Silence. Then the man rose up and
walked oveer to the chair. He stood beside it looking down at the two
teenagers locked together. He reached down and ran his big fingers along
the almost hairless crack exposed to his sight and slightly pressed one
against the little pinkish rosebud. Kevin felt it and stopped sucking. He
raised his head as something like an electric shock ran through his
insides. Then it was gone. "No. He belongs to Mike. You'll have to ask him
and not now," he said with the voice of authority. He pushed his grandson's
legs off Kevin and pulled him up by the shoulder. "Go take care of my
assistants. I can see their hard cocks trying to get out of their
pants. Take them out, boys. Kevin's going to take care of you." Kevin
walked over to the two seminarians on shaky legs, but with a still hard
cock wagging in front of him, and knelt down to srvice them. "Get up and
get your clothes on Teddy (a family nickname V hated). We'll go to the
dining hall for lunch as soon as Kevin finishes with the boys. Mike, you
and Kevin will eat at the main table with the rest of us."

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