Date: Fri, 28 Apr 2023 15:33:29 +0200 From: john skehan Subject: The Guards 3 The Guards 3 cajuncock This is a work of gay fiction from the nasty mind of the author. Any resemblance to real persons is a coincidence. If you enjoy the stories on this site please donate to keep it going. Comments:cajunboi868@gmail The young blond monk knelt on the floor as if in prayer. But the look on his face told an entirely different story. Lorenzo stood in the doorway dressed in the Swiss Guard's uniform. I could make out his erection tenting the yellow strip with a large wet spot. He smiled at me nodding his approval as I sat naked on the bed facing the young monk. Patrick looked up at me with a pleading look on his face waiting for my instructions. Upon entering the room I had thrown off the cassock to tempt the young man. His lips quivered seeing my naked body. I heard Lorenzo slide the bolt to lock the door securely. I knew that outside there would be men walking around the Vatican gardens, both single men and some pairs. They would surely hear what was going on in my room. With my foot I lifted the brown habit of the monk to reveal that he was naked beneath it. He moaned softly. We both knew that he was mine now. There to do my bidding, to satisfy my needs. I looked past the young monk to watch Lorenzo slowly remove each piece of his ornate uniform. As the pants fell to the floor his stiff cock sprang out slapping against his muscled stomach. His tip pushed through the skin of the uncut weapon. The dark head glistened with a clear drop. Seeing my look of wanton lust he rubbed a finger around his tip smiling at me. I so wanted to feel that tip breach my hole. But I knew that the young monk was to be the receiver of our pleasure today. Patrick was now overtaken by his lustful needs. His eyes were focused on my throbbing erection just out of his reach. My cock waved with its own need. I looked at my prey asking "Tell me what will you do for me? What sin are you ready to endure?" Letting out a whimper he spoke "I need for you to make me a true man. I have never given myself hoping that my sinful desires would fade with time. But looking at your instrument tells me that you are the chosen one. I wish only to bring you pleasure, sir." I rubbed the side of his face with my cock leaving a wet trail that extended to his lips. He began begging for me to take him, to bring my manhood to him to make him truly understand the glory he desired. Lorenzo moved up to stand behind the young monk telling me by his nod that he approved and indeed wanted to be part of this sinful act. We both lifted Patrick up from the floor discarding the habit in the process. I turned the radio on to a loud classical station in hope of drowning out the boy's screams when penetrated. We moved the boy to the window telling him to look out to remember the day that he lost his cherry. I reached for the vial of olive oil pouring a generous amount on his hole as I slid my cock into his eager opening. His screams were silenced by Lorenzo's cock as we worked in tandem on the now moaning monk. I looked over his shoulder past Lorenzo to the gardens to see a pair of monks looking up at my window to see the three naked men in my room engaged. Lorenzo and I managed to release our gifts at the same time loudly moaning. We pulled Patrick up so that his body was on full display to the men in the garden. Another push of my cock into the boy sent him over the edge. His orgasm sent a strong avalanche of his own sperm out the open window. I saw one of the monks raise a hand to catch some of the boy's juice. They both waved their approval as the exhausted boy collapsed back into our naked bodies. We all fell back onto my bed to recover our strength. Patrick kissed both of us, thanking us for making him a man. We dressed the boy and ushered him out, assured that now that he knew of the pleasures that awaited him he would return. Lorenzo hugged me whispering "Now my love it is time that I again showed you how I can please you." He rolled me on my back, lifting my legs to his strong shoulders. I moaned telling him how much I needed to have him fill me once again. He kissed my neck as he lined up his weapon in preparation for entry. I held his shoulders as I felt his tip probe at my entrance. He leaned to kiss me as his cock slid inside. I looked into his eyes seeing his lustful need to make love. I wrapped my legs around his hips holding his cock deep in my love channel. He began pumping me telling me that he wanted to give me all of his seed of love. I begged for it to fill me. He was a master of love making lasting for 30 minutes before releasing inside me. He lay cuddled at my back as his cock softened and fell from my ass. We slept wrapped in each other's arms. I was awakened by a loud knocking at the door. Not bothering to dress, I went to answer the knock. I opened the door to see one of the cardinal's secretaries standing there astonished at my naked display. His dark cassock was tented in the front. Lorenzo stood behind me, dressing. He told me that the cardinal wished to talk of my progress on the history of the Swiss Guards. Lorenzo answered for me telling the young priest that I was just learning about the story behind the ancient uniforms of the guard. The somewhat stunned priest asked if I were free for supper with the cardinal. I told him that I was free that evening. As I spoke Lorenzo moved up behind my still naked body with one hand on my hip. There was little doubt that the priest understood our relationship. Feeling the hand on my hip I sprung a hardon. I worked that afternoon preparing a summary of my research to present to the cardinal. I summoned Patrick to type up the summary as I dressed for dinner. Dinner was not to be a small affair. There were two other cardinals along with the secretary. All were dressed in the proper uniform of their status. I'd donned the black cassock that Patrick had provided for me. After a fine meal the secretary served us brandy in the cardinal's sitting room. There were plenty of questions about my work and my living conditions in the Vatican. I told them that my work and living conditions were perfect for me, allowing me to focus on the task. As we talked I noticed the young secretary refilling the drinks from a green glass decanter. The three cardinals patted his rear as he refilled their glasses. Soon I was again hard in the thin, dark cassock imagining the interactions of the group of clergy. As we stood to depart I saw that the four of them were all hard, tenting the front of their cassocks. The senior cardinal leaned to me to give me the traditional kiss of peace. But this time it was on my lips with some heavy tongue action. I felt hands move around to unbutton the clerical robe pushing it to the floor. I was stark naked. Looking around I saw that the others were now also naked with rigid hard cocks. The secretary bent me over the back of the sofa and oiled my hole without speaking. The cardinal finally said "Don't think that we are unaware of the depth of your work here. We want to assure you that all of your activities will remain secret within these walls." He moved to firmly grasp my erection as other hands moved over my prone body. Each of the clery kissed my body probing to rub oiled fingers at my opening. I moaned as I was taken to a higher level of lustful need. The secretary moved in front of me, kissing me deeply as I felt hard cocks begin rubbing against my ass. Soon I was laid back on the now cleared dining table presenting my body to be used by each man. They were an eager and ready group. Each of them were randy, each one giving me two of his gifts. A few hours later I staggered from the apartment only to be met by Lorenzo in his formal uniform. He patted my well used ass asking "How was your dinner with the cardinals? I hope that you were well received by them." As he spoke he pulled aside a heavily embroidered curtain to reveal an ornate door which he opened. Inside was an almost bare small room with a leather loveseat and candles on the sideboard. He locked the door behind us and grabbed my waist pushing me over the love seat. I reached back to feel his stiff prick. He whispered in my ear "I know what they did with you. I am not a jealous man. But I need to reclaim you as my own right now." He roughly shoved his dry cock into my well used hole saying "I guess clergy cum is as good a lube as any other." He proceeded to breed me right then and there. After my supper session my lover once again laid claim to me and assured me. After he yelled as his cock exploded we sat recovering. Lorenzo kissed me asking "I think that we might have an offer you'd like. If you take holy orders you could continue your research and also be assigned as the chaplain for the guards. Of course, you would have to live in our barracks so that you could hear our confessions. Would you accept this position?" I turned to him, kissing him deeply with no need for words to answer. We dressed and left the small room heading for the barracks to break the news to the men. That night the cardinal came to the gaurd's chapel to ordain me with the entire company of guards as witnesses. There was a celebration afterwards before all of my things were brought down to the barracks. My new quarters were simple with only one concession. My rooms had no doors allowing guards to enter whenever they needed me. A small brass plate on the wall announced my new position. My work continued for two more years when it was finally approved and published. I was raised to the rank of bishop with Patrick as my own personal secretary. Now the guards had two men to take care of their sins. I assisted the Pope and cardinals in various ceremonies when needed. But my position was to always be available to help the guards in their time of need.