Date: Tue, 8 Jul 2014 07:24:10 -0700
From: Blake Cotera <blakester9999@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Priest's Discipline - Part 4

A Priest's Discipline – Part 4

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When I woke up on Saturday morning and saw the clock read 9:30 am I
freaked.  Why didn't anyone wake me up for prayers?  Then I realized
everyone was gone. It was departure day.  But arrangements had been made
for my brother and me to stay till Monday.  We were to help the seminarians
clean up the camp for the next group of campers in 2 weeks.  My duffle bag
of clothes was gone so I just went to the mess hall in my batman jammies.
On the way there it came back to me...the dream I had last night...about
laying naked on the table, being fingered and giving a guy (my brother no
less) a blow job.  Had to been a dream.  Had to.  But I knew as soon as I
walked in the mess hall if it wasn't a dream.  As I walked in one of the
seminarians told me my clothes were sent out with theirs to be washed so
I'd have clean clothes over the weekend.  All the seminarians were having
breakfast, as was my brother.  No unusual reaction except for a couple of
them chiding me for oversleeping prayers.  I grabbed some pancakes and sat
next to my brother who gave me the normal blank "hey" that he's been doing
every morning of my life. The dream just seems so real.  But it's not like
I could say to him "hey I had a dream last night that I sucked your
wiener. Did that really happen?"  He'd either laugh at me or kick my ass or
call me a homo.

The day was spent cleaning.  Me and my brother were assigned to clean the
dorm rooms. With breaks for food and church, we spent the whole day
scrubbing floors, dusting, cleaning windows.  At about 8pm I was washing
the floor in the corner of a room when I saw Brother John walk in.  He
didn't see me.  He said to my brother, "15 more minutes in here then wrap
it up Grasshopper."

Grasshopper? Grasshopper! GRASSHOPPER!!!!  It did happen. That's what they
called him last night just before he stuck his dick in my mouth. It wasn't
a dream.  I went at him like never before.  Wrestling, fighting, swinging,
saying "you made me suck your wiener last night."  We were brawling in the
room.  He threw me against a dresser and the lamp fell onto the floor and
shattered.  Moments later all the seminarians were flooding the room,
pulling us apart. Brother Steven grabbed my arm and led me to a bed and
said, "you need to be taught a lesson boy".  He pulled me over his knee.  I
was still in my jammies, but I'd taken the top off hours ago cuz work in
dorms was hot.  Once over his knee I felt my jammie bottoms and undies
being pulled off me and down my legs.  This spanking was worse than the
other one he gave me.  Maybe it was harder, but it was also cuz everyone
was there to see it.  No drug infused stupor.  I was aware of the whole
thing, and it was humiliating.  I felt my jammie bottoms being pulled off
my ankles.  I was naked and being spanked in front of everyone.  And it
really, really hurt.

When he was done I fell to the floor, when I tried to get up one of the
other seminarians put his hand on my shoulder and said, "Stay down, and
observe."  Bother John walked in the room and said to my brother. "You
should know better Grasshopper." He pointed to two seminarians and said,
"Get his arms."  They went over to my brother and each one of them grabbed
one of his arms and pulled them out so they were stretched out away from
him, parallel to the floor.  Brother Steven yanked down my brother's shorts
and jock to the ground.  Brother John had a long thin stick that he
measured up to my brother's fanny.  I couldn't believe they had given me a
hard spanking with the hand and all my brother was going to get is a stick.
Turned out I was really, really wrong.  As soon as the stick hit my
brother's butt he yelped out loud.  After just 3 swats the seminarians were
not as much holding him in place as they were holding him up.  His legs
buckled, and the stick left big red welts every time it came down on his
asscheek.  They gave him 10 I think.  When they were done my brother fell
to the bed and stared crying. I curled up still naked on my bed as the
seminarians filed out of the room.

About 30 minutes later, after there was quiet and peace finally in the
dorm, Brother John came to our room.  Quietly he whispered to me that I had
been through a lot in the past 12 hours, and to come sleep in his room for
the night.  I was partly asleep but nodded my head, and he picked me up and
carried me to his room and laid me under the covers. Then he crawled into
bed with me.  We laid close to each other (spooning) with him behind me and
he gently stroked my shoulders and hair.  He talked to me about being a
man.  I did a lot of listening.  He talked about trust, bonding, and about
understanding how to be a real man.  He asked me if that's what I wanted,
and I said yes, I wanted to be a man.  I'm 11, I'm not a little boy.  I
don't want to be treated like one.  He leaned into my ear and whispered,
slowly, "I'm going to take you there tonight.  You must, above all else,
trust me and let me guide you."  His words were almost memorizing.  He
turned me over on my stomach and began massaging my back. Then my
legs. Then my butt.  Felt pretty damn good actually.  When he started
massaging my hole I started to push him away, but he said, "Remember, trust
me".  He massaged my hole for at least 10 minutes. It felt weird at first
but then it felt really good.  As he was finishing he put some gooey stuff
on my hole (turned out to be Vaseline) and we rolled back over into that
spooning position.  But now when he spooned me I could feel he didn't have
his boxers on and his stiff cock was pulsating at the crack of my ass. He
put one hand behind my top knee and lifted it up and said "hold your knee
up against your chest like that."  I didn't realize at the time that it
gave him unobstructed access to my boyhole.  I felt the tip of his penis
pushing against my hole and kept telling him to stop cuz it hurt.  I don't
think it hurt as much as I was scared.  But each time I asked him to back
off he did.  That went on for a long time. Finally one time I told him to
back off he instead pulled me closer to him and said "relax and breathe."
When I did I felt this really big sensation on my backside.  I heard myself
squealing and him telling me to relax and breath.  It hurt and I was
scared, but him holding me tight like that sorta made it easier to take.
Finally he told me it was all the way in and to just relax and get used to
the feeling.  For several minutes we just laid there, I guess giving my
fanny a chance to get used to his dick. Then very slowly he started pumping
it in and out.  I thought it was going to hurt A LOT but it didn't.  I
think by then I was used to it.  He started saying things like "We're one
right now" and "I'm inside you" and "from the early Romans and Egyptians,
this is how men bonded".  And I felt safe.  Warm.  Not scared anymore.  It
didn't feel dirty.  It felt like I was part of something bigger than I had
ever been before.  Without any warning, he pulled me very close and put his
thing deep in me and I heard him sigh in my ear. He stopped pulling it in
and out of me and just kept it inside of me.  Deep.  And I felt more
pressure down there.  Warm and moist.  He whispered in my ear, "I've given
you my seed".  I didn't know exactly what that meant but it felt great.  He
pulled out very, very slowly and he showed me how to clean up.  I fell
asleep in his bed that night.  I knew I had experienced something
incredible.  I didn't know, however, that the next day I would discover the
seedier side of sex.