Date: Tue, 6 Mar 2012 11:39:59 +0100
From: El Greco <elgrecospain@hotmail.com>
Subject: Fr. Peter's Angels 11

This story contains scenes of sexual of fictional fantasy activity between
minors and adults if this offends you you should not read any further.It
also contains reference to religion and sex, again if this offends you do
not read further.

The story is pure fantasy and the author does not advocate or indorse what
transpires. None of the characters are drawn from life and any resemblance
to any person living or dead is completely coincidental.

If you like the story tell me what you think at elgrecospain@hotmail.com if
this is published it will take my literary virginity.

I have tried to incorporate reader's comments and desires... you are a
pervy lot.

Thank you all for the nice comments. I had intended to finish this series
and move on to another story with Part 8 but the demand for more and
suggestions you have made have given me thoughts to go on further. Your
encouragement is an inspiration.

Fr. Peter's Angels Chapter 11


As Nicholas led Steve off to the Chapel of the Holy Child, Adam knew what
to do. He hurried back to the pew where Brian and Timmy were. With so many
pervs at work the boys could be captured by someone if left alone.

As he went he passed all sorts of couplings, triplings and more. The Church
was awash with man-boy sex. In the huge elevated pulpit which was no longer
used for sermons, Fr. Declan had a boy bent over the side and penetrating
him in long, slow strokes. His impressive cock buried in the boys small
white ass. He looked liked he was emptied a load in the penetrated boy. The
priest had a look of ecstatic joy that would have been worthy of any
saintly visionary. Fr. Declan still wore his cassock opened all the way
down. Declan was naked underneath. The cassock glistened with the trail of
the other loads shot by Declan and other men during the course of the
night.

There were sons and fathers under the spiritual guidance of the priests
present, sucking and being initiated in the joy of full penetration of a
boy. It was rule that all virgin boys must be broken by clerical cock
first.

Adam and the other religious tended to use the word 'penetration' when
talking of fucking boy cunt, because it seemed more correct to speak of
penetrating an ultra-tight boy's hole. You could simply fuck a woman or an
adult male but that did not seem right for a boy. All of the priests
salivated for and loved fresh meat. Though with the level to which the
fathers in this parish had been encouraged to initiate their sons and bring
them to the clergy it was proving harder and harder to find.

Fr. Nicolas and Paul could always be relied on.

As Adam reached them Timmy and Brian were pleasuring each other while they
watched, on the big screens above the high altar, Fr. Peter being pleasured
by a host of boys. One on each of his huge nipples. Another being held by
two men legs akimbo across his face, while the priest gorged on his boy
pucker. Two more licking and sucking his humungous genitals, while one of
Adam's fellow seminarians was fucking the black priest's ass with what
looked like a religious artifact, a columnar statute of some saint. Adam
could not make out who.

'How would you boys like to have some fun with Uncles Nicholas and Steve?'

The boys nodded in unison and giggled.

God they were gorgeous Adam thought. Angels was such an apt name for
them.He would love them just for himself. His cock was hard. Timmy licked
his lips as he looked at it. Adam looked around. Everyone was lost is a sea
of carnal pleasure.  He rubbed his dick head on Timmy's lovely full rose
bud lips. He wanted to take the boys head and face fuck him mercilessly but
that would be breaking the code of co-operation and honour that the men,
both ordained and not, worked under. The code meant that all the men helped
each other in seduction, corruption and confirmation. Once a boy was
selected by another man or men, another perv did not interfere or steal the
boy's affection or desires. The boy was the property of the man or men who
selected him until the man or men had slaked their lusts on the boy. That
done the boys became fair game once more.

Reluctantly Adam withdrew his throbbing member from the tender kissing and
licking Timmy was administering to his cock head. Adam always marveled as
his ability to recover again and again during these nights of sex in the
church. Nothing turned him on more. Not even the multi-load weekends he
would spend at the seminary when he would like naked in his room on his bed
when the priests and other seminarians would use him as a cum dump. He
would lose count of the loads deposited in his hole.

It was during one of those weekend sessions that Fr. Paul had recruited
him. Firstly Fr. Paul invited him to the presbytery, where the priests of
the parish lived, to watch some DVDs. He started with some fairly vanilla
stuff of intergenerational sex between mature men and some young guys. When
he saw that Adam responded to that he moved on to show him some more
hardcore stuff with the younger getting younger and younger. Fr. Paul
encouraged Adam to wank as he watched. Finally the door to the room they
were in opened and a young altar boy came in. Adman went to stuff his cock
away but Fr. Paul stopped him.

'Watch this' he said and Fr. Paul presented his magnificent sacred staff of
life to the boy.

The boy knelt joined his hands blessed himself and went to work on the
priest's hard tool.

He and Fr. Paul had fully used the boy that night. As Adam said his prayers
each day he thanked God for Fr. Paul opening an avenue of lust and desire
in which he could fully revel and lose himself.

After that Adam was allowed to joined the priest boy sessions that
regularly took place in the presbytery.

'Ok boys come with me.' Adam said to Brian and Timmy and obediently they
followed the naked seminarian who prided himself on having the best bubble
butt in the seminary.

As Adam passed through the nave of the church he was spotted by Fr. Paul,
who came over to him.

'I am just delivering this pair to Steve and Nicholas, they are waiting in
the chapel of the Holy Child.'

'But there will be no ordained man present.' Fr. Paul said.

'I am sure you can rectify that.' Adam said with a wink. 'But give time
some time to get settled.'

'Give Nicholas these.' Fr. Paul pressed a small leather pouch into Adam's
palm. 'I will do as you suggest give them a short time and then join them.'

'Do you want that as a surprise or will I tell them.'

'Nicholas knows the rules. Steve would not.'

'Nicholas also knows.' Adam smiled. 'That infraction of the rules brings
immediate excommunication and he would not want that. There is no appeal
and he would lose the sacred communion of these nights. Nicholas is the
perviest of us all. His mission is to confirm Steve, which is a holy and
noble one.'

'You speak the truth Adam, you are a true disciple of our brotherhood of
the flesh. But a confirmation made in contravention of the holy rite would
be no confirmation at all.'

The priest and seminarian were getting turned on by the importance of the
ritual and adherence to the rites by which all the perverted priests
operated. Fr. Paul loved to pray his obscene prayers as he had sex and Adam
was with him on that.

They could not resist a passionate kiss and they stroke each other's cocks.

'I love your perversion Adam. Praise be to the Lord.'

'I am your creation Fr. Your apostle.' Adam answered kissing his corrupter
once more.

'Now go.' Fr. Paul commanded.

Steven and Nicholas has long since reached and entered the chapel of the
Holy Child. Nicholas had unlocked the huge mahogany double doors that led
to chapel.Nicholas could sense Steve's nervousness.

'Be not afraid.' Nicholas said to him. Leading Steve by his trembling hand
in to the candle lit chapel.'Put yourself in the hands of sexual spirit. I
will guide you.'

'I never realised when I came here tonight that I would become involved in
this. As I told you I don't judge but I had never even found a man
attractive before tonight not to mention boys. I have a feeling it's
not...'

Before Steve continue he stopped and gazed at a magnificently painted mural
that dominated the end wall of the chapel. The altar in this chapel was a
round marble table at its centre. The chapel had been painted to give
effect of being circular but that was an optical illusion.

'It is exquisite isn't it?' Nicholas said gesturing at the mural.

'My God it is.' Steve whispered.

Nicholas moved closer to him so that his body touched Steve's. Steve still
trembled. Nichola embraced him to relax him.

The mural was hyper-real. It was as if the figures in it were in the chapel
with Nicholas and Steve.

'It was painted by Fr. Paul.'

'Wow as well as everything else he is a talented artist.'

The mural depicted the scene when the Holy Child was lost in the temple in
Jerusalem but was later found by his parents in discourse with the elders
and scholars of the temple.

The Holy child was depicted as an exquisitely beautiful boy, painted
younger than in the traditional story. Though clothed, his boy body could
be seen through the garments. If one looked closely even his cocklet was
cleverly revealed but to the casual gaze the boy was modestly covered.

He was surrounded by men but instead of the being all elderly men they were
men of all ages, from late teens to maybe 80. All of them gazed in wonder
at the boy in their midst but the look was subtly drawn one of wondrous
lust. If one looked closely the men had hard-ons under their biblical robes
but to the unknowing that would not have been obvious. They looked as if
any minute they would fall on and devour the boy child.

Details in the mural such as tower on building were all phallic and a
fountain that gushed nearby did not seem to have water spouting from it, it
has the sheen and viscosity of semen.

'Only a very few are allowed to come into this chapel' Nicholas said.'It is
a rare privilege.'

There was a gentle knock on the door.

Nicholas went and listened.

'It is me ... Adam.' Nicholas heard from the other side.

Opening the door, Nicholas admitted the two boys but not Adam. Just as he
was a about to close the door.

'Wait!' Adam said 'Fr. Paul gave me this for you.' He handed over the small
leather pouch.

'Thank you.' Nicholas said.

Nicholas knew the rules Fr. Paul or one of the other priests would be
joining them. He decided not to tell Steve in case it would spook him.

Steve looked at the two boys, he swallowed hard. They were beautiful. He
could not help the warm feeling flooding his crotch.

Nicholas closed the door and locked it. Fr. Paul had a key so he would be
able to admit himself whenever he chose. Nicholas reckoned he would not
leave it too long.

'What is that?' Steve gestured at the leather pouch.

Nicholas undid the press stud that held the pouch closed and emptied the
contents into his hand.

'Beads.' He said. 'A rosary.'

'Oh.' Said Steve mystified. He was still bamboozled by the mix of religious
ritual and sex and nothing that happened in this place of God would
surprise him.

It did not not even surprise him that Brian was already sucking on
Nicholas's hard dick and Timmy was giving Steve a great hand job.

Timmy and Brian were in their sheer white briefs and white knee
socks. Somewhere along the way they had lost their shoes.

'The altar is a perfect height.' Nicholas said but can be adjusted.

'What do you mean?'

'It perfect for laying a boy on and you can then adjust the height for
perfect and complete penetration. It ensures you can get in right up to the
hilt'

'Another Fr. Paul invention no doubt.' Steve was beginning to get the
drift. The priests and their acolytes designed everything with their
perverse pleasures in mind.

Nicholas nodded as he lifted Brian onto the altar.

The boy lay obediently. Nicholas went to a tabernacle and retrieved a glass
vessel that looked like it would contain holy oil. It emptied some of its
contents on to Steve's hand.

'Lube him' Nicholas instructed.

Timmy was now sucking Steve and his lust was rising. He smeared the
lubricating gel on Brian's tiny anus.

'Finger him.' Nicholas said, make him wet inside.

Steve obliged. In his head he was still conflicted but he was so turned
on. What would his girlfriend think? He banished all though of her.

Nicholas lay the rosary on the altar. The beads on it were slightly bigger
than the normal size.

Steve was now rhythmically fingering the boy.

Nicholas was playing with Steve's very sensitive nipples. Timmy was now
rimming him. Floods of sexual pleasure were engulfing him.

'Now put these in the boy.' Nicholas proffered the rosary.

'You cannot be serious.' Steve was incredulous.

'I would not joke about such sacred things. If you have lubed the boy well
they will slip inside him and he will love it.'

'Come on Steve. Do it.'

Steve felt powerless to resist.

Because the beads were circuitous he had to insert two at a time but
miraculously they were swallowed by the Brian's hungry anus. As each bead
disappered the men prayed and obsene version of the ritual prayer. Praying
the sexual mysteries. The boy groaned with pleasure as he was filled with
beads.

As only the cross on the end of the rosary remained outside the boy's
pucker, the door to the chapel opened and Fr. Paul walked in.

He could see what Nicholas had encouraged Steve to do, another of his true
disciples was at work.



To be continued...