Date: Sun, 2 Jul 2006 07:06:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: Wesley Crusher <wesley_crusher_2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: Making the Grade - Part 3

This story depicts sexual acts between a 16yo teenager and a man.
This story is entirely fictional.
The characters do not exist and the events described never happened.
If such material offends you, cease reading this document.

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Making the Grade (Part 3) - by Wesley

(wesley_crusher_2001@yahoo.com)

[this continuing story assumes that parts 1 and 2 have been read]

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Pale diffuse sunlight born of an un-risen sun tentatively eased the
darkness of the lad's bedroom.

Gradually, detail within the room emerged. Cast off socks here; a worn
trainer there. Posters of body builders started to emerge from the walls.
A couple of awards for physical excellence  stood slightly askew on the
dusty window shelf.

It had been a fetid night and the closed windows had done nothing to
alleviate the closeness and the sweaty sock smell characteristic of all
male teenagers rooms.

Lying on the bed, with only his lower legs covered by the single cotton
sheet, was a 16 year old boy.

The boy was almost naked and a light sheen of night sweat lay finely over
his muscular torso and face.  His full lips moved silently in attempts at
communication within his dreamworld; his brow slightly furrowed.  His
head jerked occasionally as if in denial.

Matt lay on his back, his legs slightly splayed and twitching as they
disappeared under the light sheet. Muscles in his tight lean stomach and
legs bunched now and then, evident of a need to move and yet firmly held
fast by the hands of morbius.

The door handle turned slowly and silently; the bedroom door opened. A
big man entered. Keeping as quiet as possible, the man closed the door
and, for a while, stood by the boys bed looking down on the lad; his eyes
slowly raking the full length of the young sleeping Adonis.

He reached  down tentatively, almost against his will, and touched the
boys right nipple; gently playing with it until it firmed up.

Unable to resist, and with increasing confidence, the man reached over to
the other nipple and rolled it gently between his thumb and forefinger,
coaxing it to a firm erection.

Matt's handsome boyish face furrowed as though struggling against an
unknown assailant.  The man smiled to himself. He suspected that the
sleeping pill he dropped into his son's drink the previous night was
still working it's magic; imprisoning him in the land of dreams.

The man's breathing started to get heavier as  he continued to slowly
manipulate the boys full nipples, gently squeezing and rubbing them. The
boys body gently shuddered under his ministrations and a soft continuous
moan issued from the lad's parted lips.  The youths legs started to
spread involuntarily.

"Uuuunnngh..no....ungh".

The man's nostrils started to flare as he continued to play with his sons
full erect nipples, whilst occasionally rubbing the palm of his hand
across the boys chest, relishing the warm sweaty firm feel of the teens
pecs.

The man's eyes roamed over the boys toned and slightly rippled 6 pack and
down to the lad's  swaddled crotch, his mouth watering slightly as he
drank in the bulging stained jock pouch that was pregnant with promise.

He moved his big calloused hand slowly down the boys flank, revelling in
the touch of the lad's firm muscular young flesh. Reaching downward, he
gently grasped the full bulge, thrilling to the feel of the swollen
length of thick teen meat that lay cocooned behind the damp and slightly
sticky material.

Somehow sensing the struggling boys victory over the clinging embrace of
sleep, the man straightened up and smiled down at his son as the boy's
eyes slowly opened; his young eyes blinking away the glaze of dreams. The
boy's big dark eyes focussed on the man.

"Oh...uh...hi Dad".

"Hi Matt, just thought I'd see if you're awake. Don't want you to slack
on your training just because it's Sunday morning", quipped the man.
Jack Sawyer was determined that his son follow in his footsteps as an
avid weight trainer.

Matt worshipped his father and devoted most of his free time to following
his father's lead and his young teen body was a fine testament to the
years of weight lifting and swimming that he threw himself into. He
wanted nothing more than for his father to praise him and be proud of
him.

Jack Sawyer was not one to overly spoil his son with praise but every now
and then, he felt the time was right. On this occasion, the time was
right for two reasons.  Firstly, he had just received and read a letter
from Matt's English teacher, Mr Johnson.

Secondly, it suited his purposes.  He was determined to finish the
journey had started...

"You're doing well son, you've got some good tone there.", said Jack as
he feigned casualness whilst raking his hungry eyes over the virtually
naked boy.

Matt could hardly believe what he father said.

"Wow- do you really think so Dad?", his bright young eyes shining up at
the big man.

"Sure buddy- you might even give me a run for my money in time".

The man bent down and placed his right hand onto Matts left pec muscle
and slowly moved it across the lads chest and then down across the boys
lean tight stomach, fingering the ripples of the abdomen.

"Oh yes, boy...", breathed Jack.

Matt was over the moon at this unadulterated praise from his father. He
loved the feel of his fathers firm hand on his skin. It was comforting
and guiding and somehow he felt thrilled by it.

"Gee, thanks Dad. I'm really pleased you think I'm doing ok".

Jack moved smoothly to implement his plan.

"In fact, I think that from now on, while you're in the house, you should
only wear your jock. It shows off your trained body well and it's a
constant reminder and spur for you to work your body."

Matt's smile faltered. "But....but...what if someone comes?"

"Oh I see, well of course if any women came then you can put something
on-we don't want to offend the ladies do we?"

Matt felt churlish to mention that he didn't really want men to see him
in only a jock either.

"But...er..what if my friends call round?"

"So what's the problem? - they've seen you in the locker room before
haven't they?"

"Sure but.."

"That's settled then. Unless women come round you stay as you are. Clear
boy?"

Matt lowered his eyes. He knew his father had decided.

"Yes Sir".

"Good man.- And now on to a different matter entirely..."

Matt's heart started to hammer as he recognised his English teachers's
spidery hand writing on the envelope that his father pulled out.

"Your teacher has explained how hard you've tried in his classes. Even
though you didn't make the grade, he seems pleased with your attitude."

Matt held his breath whilst Jack's gaze held his son's.

The big man smiled briefly. "So long as you have the right attitude boy,
that's the main thing. You do everything your teachers tell you then I'm
happy...clear?"

Matt nearly burst into tears, his chest swelling with gratitude and
relief that his father had not known the terrible sin he had committed in
letting his teacher molest his body in such an intimate way.

And yet guilt racked him that he let his father believe a lie and
desperately tried to lock away the dreadful memory of how his innocence
was abused.  He was determined to absolve himself in the face of God and
restore his standing as his Mother would have wanted him to.  And yet.....
in spite of how much he hated the depraved teacher who had played with
his young body he still felt, somewhere deep in his anus, the itch that
refused to go away...

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*
Father Bryce had tended his flock in his area for the past 10 years. At
62 years of age, he was relaxing into a calming period of his life. The
quiet town of Briers Cross was perfect for him. Within travelling
distance to the big city, the sleepy town afforded familiarity and
acceptance by a largely mature population and forgetfulness of his more
exotic past. And yet, the city lay just within reach. Whilst only 30
miles away, it was separated by a light year of lifestyle difference and
the two worlds had never collided. The city provided anonymity for what
the ageing priest needed.

It was Sunday, late morning. A hot sun blasted down on the white wooden
church. As Father Bryce was saying his farewells to the last of his
devoted parishioners at the church door, he saw the figure of a young man
standing hesitantly; shifting from one foot to the next.

Father Bryce found it difficult not to stare at the teenager as Mrs.
Angel, a 72 year old lady, babbled on about how he must taste her
blueberry pie. Father Bryce was becoming interested in tasting only one
thing and blueberry pie wasn't it.

Father Bryce's keen sight took in the tight t-shirt  that covered the
broad young shoulders and the skin tight jeans that accentuated the
boy's firm thighs and full crotch.. He very much noticed how the t-shirt
finished shy of the lad's navel by 3 inches showing a tight flat stomach.
The boy moved awkwardly forward as  Mrs. Angel finally shuffled away.

"Er.....hi Father...erm...are you busy?"

Bryce finally saw the boy in all his male glory. A fine good looking face
with a good head of dark floppy hair that occasionally fell over dark
flashing eyes. The priest struggled mightily against his addiction and
forced himself to maintain eye contact with the boy as he approached.

"Yes my son?"

"Er....Father...er....I have to confess."

To the mans astonishment (and delight), Matt Sawyer burst into tears and
fell into the priests comforting arms.

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On Sunday morning Jack Sawyer enjoyed taking it easy.  His demanding job
on construction sites meant he had little time to indulge in such
luxuries.  While Matt was out doing whatever he was doing, he decided to
take the weight off his feet and relax.

As he lay on the sofa drinking a glass of orange juice, he replayed the
events of the previous night.  He felt a tightness develop in his shorts
as he recalled how much he enjoyed what his sleeping son possessed
between those firm young thighs.

Jack Sawyer felt himself up as his lust was renewed. He pushed down his
shorts and wrapped his big hand around his thick throbbing 9" of mature
jerking meat. He imagined how it must have looked; a man doing
unspeakable things to his unknowing son.  And yet, he knew he had an
inalienable right to enjoy his son as he saw fit. His son was flesh of
his flesh and that gave him the right by God....

As his perverted mind wandered, he imagined watching another man forcing
his attentions on his helpless son.  The excitement grew as his lust fed
imagination added more men to the scenario. The vision of 4 burly men
each holding an arm or leg of the struggling boy with a fifth slowly
molesting the teen and taking his perverted pleasure caused Jacks huge
thick meat to spit out a drooling stream of milky precum.

On an impulse, Jack grabbed the empty glass next to him as he stroked and
squeezed and milked his enormous fuck pole of the continuous precum,
catching the sticky fluid in the glass.

His fevered imagination pictured Matt squirming helplessly as big men
ripped his school clothes from his young teen body. Bit by bit, the
boy's lean muscled body would be exposed, jerking and writhing in vain
to escape the powerful, clutching holding hands.  He could almost hear
the boy moaning and screaming as his young body is squeezed and rubbed
and pinched by the lust crazed men.  Jack then imagined the fifth man
opening a bag full of rope and handcuffs and other tools....  The glass
steadily filled.

Almost an hour later, the big man, red faced and with glazed eyes came,
gasping and grunting, spewing thick jets of cum into the small glass
filling it almost the top.

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*
As Jack moaned in his ecstasy, Coach Peterson was busy running the Sunday
extra curricular sports session at school.  It was a generous offer of
the school to allow students who wanted to practice more to use the
schools facilities.  Peterson was more than happy to help and was more
than happy to chaperone the eager and active bunch of lads pursue their
sporting interests.

Unfortunately, today he was unable to concentrate. His mind was consumed
with excitement and anticipation of his forthcoming after school gym
session with Matt on Monday.  Over the previous two days, he had spent
time cleaning and oiling every lever, cog and part of the ancient chair
like instrument that he had bought from the old Egyptian whilst abroad.

Every time he caressed the thick phallus shaped piece of solid metal, he
imagined it pumping in and out of Matt's tight juicy virginal hole as the
young lad's sweat-covered muscular torso would squirm and writhe in pain
and denied pleasure.

Peterson couldn't help but leak in his shorts as he dwelt on the device
and it's ancient origins and depraved purpose. He remembered with dirty
debased lust how boys and youths experienced the heights of lust crazed
pleasure and also moments of disembowelling agony strapped on to the
infernal device.  The man almost moaned aloud as he imagined the
abundance of young male juices that must have ebbed and flowed over the
chair's pitted metal surfaces through the eons.

His fevered mind turned the next training session he would have with
Matt. He couldn't help but imagine Matt's head thrown back in the throes
of unknowable sensations as the strapping teen rides the machine.  The
lad's sweating squirming torso writhing and jerking helplessly trying to
avoid the huge impaling device as it repeatedly plunges into the depths
of the boys fiery bowels...

He realised that the next training session would need to be in his home
outside the city and in the garage where nobody would hear any
screaming...

"Sir?"
Peterson came back to the present. 14 year old Timmy was looking at him
expectantly. A cute, blonde haired lad, Timmy was not a natural gymnast
though he was a fine swimmer. Coach always took pleasure in looking over
Timmys young lean body during swimming classes; admiring his tight young
butt clothed in thin tight speedos and the full healthy bulge that hinted
at a glorious manhood.

He remembered that the lad was having difficulty climbing the ropes.
"You've nearly got it Timmy", encouraged Peterson as he took the end of
the thick rope that hung from the gym ceiling.  He passed it between the
boys legs and gently moved the rope back and forth, causing it to rub
Timmy's crotch continuously.

"You see, Timmy, the trick is to let the rope passes freely between your
legs. Don't clamp up on it 'cos you won't get anywhere."

As he explained, the rope continued to move between the lads legs.  The
tight white gym shorts that the lad wore over his regulation jockstrap
afforded scant protection from the rough hemp that continued to buffet
and rub the boys private parts.

"Unnh...er..aah..y..yessir. I understand...ah..thanks."

Peterson looked down at the boys bare chest and licked his lips as he
noticed the boy's nipples were starting to stiffen as he continued to
work the rope back and forth.

The bulge between the lads legs became rather more noticeable and Timmy
was starting to breathe more heavily, his skin coloring.

"Now are you sure you understand Timmy? You must make sure as well to
keep the rope tight up between your legs to ensure you get a good firm
grip with your legs".

As he said this, Peterson pulled the thick rope more firmly up between
the boys legs while continuing to move the rope back and forth.

"Aaah....ungh..y.y.yesssir...ahhh...ooh..ungh."

Timmys bulge became very prominent and the boys chest started to heave as
he started to pant and moan.

Peterson watched with amusement as the young lads eyes start to glaze
over and started to wonder if he could force the lad to unload his young
male cream in his shorts if he kept it up long enough when he was
distracted by someone calling him.

"I think we need to work on the technique some more, Timmy- come to my
office after this session.

"Y..yessir", gasped the boy, glad of the respite.

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The priest peered at the crestfallen lad through the grill of the
confessional.

"Now my son, tell me what your sin is", asked the priest as he peered
through the lattice at the handsome teen.

The lad's miserable face turned toward the grill, his eyes about to water
up again as he recalled the traumatic event when an old man played with
the most intimate parts of his body; forcing his young torso to shiver
with pleasure and his thick teen cock to dance and throb with forbidden
joy. He recalled with shuddering dread how the old man had abused his
body and forced it to give up it's creamy treasure. He hated himself and
was wracked with guilt that he actually enjoyed the sensations as his
body was molested by the man.

He would give anything to obtain forgiveness from the priest and to wash
away his terrible crime.

"Well....father...I...er....that is...a man sort of touched me and now I
won't go to heaven..."

The lad hung his head in shame and fear that the priest would lash out
and condemn him.

Father Bryce felt his dick jerk and a flame of lust lick between his
balls and anus as he heard the boy confess. He couldn't help but rub
himself beneath his cassock as he commenced questioning the lad.

"Did you enjoy it when this wicked evil man touched you my son"?

"No Father! I didn't want it. I hated it! At first..."

"I see- but you started to like it later?  You started to enjoy the feel
of that perverts hands on your private parts did you?"

Matt wept quietly, knowing his depraved feelings were laid bare.

"Yes Father", he whispered unable to hold his head up.

Father Bryce felt his mouth water. He was already formulating ways to lay
his hands all over the lad's naked muscular body.

"So he played with your young stalk did he?  Did he rub it? Did he
fondle your balls my son? And what about your anus my son?  Did he put a
finger up it?  Did the devils disguise violate your young male body?"

The Priest started to wank himself slowly, trying to imagine the scene;
his mouth watering with anticipation of what the boy would say next.

Tears trickled down the lads face as he nodded silently, his shame
complete and utter.

Bryce looked on with triumph- he knew the boys body was as good as his.

"Don't punish yourself my son. You were made to enjoy it against your
will by the devil working his evil way through the hands of that man.
It's not your fault."

Matt lifted his eyes to the grill. Hope lay like a stranded orphan in his
eyes.
"Really Father"?

"That is right my boy. But it is now important- so important that you
come to my office and show me very carefully where the devil made it's
mark on you. Only then can I know how to cleanse and absolve you of your
taint."

As the man guided the teen in front of him toward his office, the old man
looked at the firm teen butt in the tight jeans and licked his lips...
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As Jack lay on his sofa, panting quietly and recovering from the massive
orgasm, the telephone rang.
Answering it with a husky voice that was only just starting to return to
normal, he found himself talking to Coach Peterson.

He knew Peterson from previous teacher-parent visits and liked him
immediately.  On two occasions they had met accidentally in town and
ended up drinking and putting the world to rights.  He knew Peterson was
well impressed with Matt's performance in all sports and particularly in
the lads performance in the gym.

"So Jack, I was ringing to let Matt know that on Monday evening, I need
to be at home so if he's willing to come out here, I'd be happy to give
him an extra workout session.  I've got a full gym in my garage
here...."

"Sure Tom, I'll let Matt know........   By the way, thanks for taking the
time out to help him.   There's not many teachers would take the time
and trouble with their students."

"Not a problem jack.  As you know, I'm very impressed with Matt.  He
has a great body and I think the boy primarily has you to thank for that
doesn't he?"

"Well, I do try to encourage him as I was encouraged by my father...."

"Yes, I think a boys body is such a precious thing isn't it?  There's
something special about boys; their bodies are so responsive to good hard
training and physical stresses and it's great to see those bodies
develop....it's such a pleasure to see..."

As both the men spoke, each of them started to work their full packages
as an unspoken understanding developed.

"I was saying to Matt today how he must take pride in his body and have
told him that when at home, he must now only wear his jock..."

Jack smiled as he heard a slight moan from Tom

"Oh that's excellent Jack, I bet he's such a sight walking around you
all day showing his assets.  That lad of yours has great bulges in all
the right places..."

"Yes, he's a fine boy Tom.  Of course, I'd always welcome any advice
from an expert as to what else would be needed to improve the
situation..."

"Well Jack, I think it's so important to keep a lad's muscles
constantly stressed and challenged. That's they way they'll develop
best.  I once tutored a lad and found that rope hanging from a hook in
the ceiling and tied, er, I mean held by the boy's hands will enable him
to improve the vertical stresses on the muscles in his arms and pecs.
Also, ropes attached to each leg with suitable, er, weights, would enable
him to develop lateral muscular development..."

It was Tom's turn to smile as he heard Jack almost catch his breath.

"Tom, you must come round tonight. We clearly are thinking along similar
lines.  I might even ask a couple of friends I work with on the building
site.  They're always keen to develop their bodies and I'm sure
they'll get inspiration from you."

"And I'm sure they'll also get it from Matt and who knows, your boy
might get it from them..."

"Oh yes", breathed Jack.  "I'm sure he will...."

Both men were breathing heavily and pawing their groins.

"I'll see you this evening then?  I'm sure Matt would love to see
you..."

"Sure thing Jack. And I would certainly love to see Matt too...."

As Jack hung up, he realised that his cock had started to become half
hard again after the conversation.  He got up and searched for hook,
hammer and nails...

As Peterson hung up the phone, there was a knock on his office door and
blond haired Timmy looked nervously in.

Peterson smiled broadly.
"Come, come Timmy.  You've just come at the right time.   I'm well and
truly ready for you..."
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As Coach Peterson looked over Timmy's lithe yet defined young body, Matt
stood before the priest nervously as the man slowly appraised the lad.

The priest strove to control his quickening heart and the stirring under
his flowing cassock as he tried to casually look at the striking male
teen in front of him. He took in the broad shoulders and the well
developed chest. The muscular arms and trim waist. The boys dark eyes
anxiously looked on desperately seeking salvation from God's messenger.
God's messenger was busy imagining what lay behind the firm full bulge
between the boys firm sturdy thighs.

"Now my son, you must show me where the devil made it's mark on your
young body".

Matt slowly pulled off this t-shirt whilst the priests eyes were glued to
the tight smooth stomach of the teen. His avid eyes took in the emerging
ripples of the lad's 6 pack abs. He silently moaned to himself as the lad
raised his arms above his head and slowly lifted the top over his head
displaying a smooth muscled torso with firmly delineated pecs; each
crowned with a full firm nipple.

"Oh my boy, what a fine young body you have", croooned Bryce, as he felt
his member starting to swell. "You must work out a lot to get such tone."

In spite of his general misery, Matt was pleased that his hard work was
paying off.

"Thanks, Sir, my Dad also wants me to keep my body looking good.  He
makes sure I work out every day."

"Does he really?  Bet your Dad wants to show you off doesn't he?"

The boy looked at the priest with wonder.
"Yeah-that's right.  He says I can't wear anything at home except my
jockstrap as a reminder of my progress."

Father Bryce felt his swollen cock burp precum at the very thought. He
made a mental note to pay a pastoral visit to Matt's home shortly...

"And now my son, you said that evil man touched your private parts? -- I
must inspect you there to assess the stain that the devil has made"

The priest reached for Matts belt buckle.

Matt stepped back involuntarily, blushing.

"My boy, you must not be shy. You want to be cleansed of the devil mark
don't you? You want to be free to be innocent again with young girls who
must surely want to be with you?"

Matt's eyes watered up with shame and longing.
"Oh yes please Sir, I want to be normal again."

"Then have courage my son- and hold still."

Matt nodded his head silently and waited.

The old man slowly unbuckled the boys belt with slightly trembling hands,
his eyes drinking in the sight of the smooth muscular torso and the full
and prominent bulge that promised much. His hands fumbled but eventually
unsnapped each of the metal fly buttons.

Eventually, the old man was rewarded with a truly heavenly sight.  Matt
stood before him, shy and uncertain. He was naked apart from his
jockstrap, his young atheletic body at the peak of fitness and
flexibility. The smoothness of his skin and the fine male musculature of
his frame took the priests breath away.

The old man felt almost faint as he drank in the view.  Inexorably, his
eyes were drawn to the lad's full bulging pouch and almost moaned aloud
as he noticed the stains on the rubber and cotton mesh fabric.

He swallowed noisily and reached forward with liver spotted hands...

About 40 minutes later, the verger passed by the door of the Priests
study.  He heard strange noises from the study. The sounds of a young lad
moaning and groaning interspersed with the grunts of the Priest rang very
familiar. He chuckled to himself.  This happened every time the Priest
took an active interest in tutoring some of his choir boys.

Inside, the priest leaned over the boy, fiercely intent on doing God's
will.

"Aaargh...unnngh...!", moaned Matt as he was bent over the Priests desk,
his jockstrap just above his knees.

"That's right my boy, let your body feel God's touch", husked the priest
as he worked the thick Coronation candle slowly in and out of the teenage
boys anus, twisting it as he did so.

The candle surface was slimy with the lad's ass juices as it moved in and
out of the boys bowels, rubbing and squeezing Matt's prostate.

"Ooooh...urgh", gurgled the built teen as the old priest, with saliva
leaking from the corner of his mouth, impaled the sweating lad over and
over again watching with fascination as the boy's tight anus clutched
the candle lovingly.

Matt groaned as the bladder squeezing bursts of pleasure blossomed out
from deep within his innards.  The candle end kept squashing and
massaging his fuck nut, causing his ample equipment to fatten and
lengthen, and his full heavy balls to roil and churn with creamy fuck
sauce.

The priest feasted his eyes on the boys flapping swollen cock, marvelling
at its girth and length on a 16 year old.

"That's right my son. Enjoy God's blessing. Rejoice in HIS contact as he
cleanses away the stain of the Devil's touch", intoned the man, his own
cock throbbing and leaking like fuck under his cassock.

"Aaaaah....oohhh,  F...Father.....oooooh it feels so good....is that
bad?"

"Not at all my son, because it is Gods touch and it is through me that
God will now banish the contact that the Devil made through your ungodly
teacher.  Enjoy the wonder that is God's blessing on your beautiful
body".

So saying, the priest reached between the boys legs and under Matts body
and grasped the lads heavy weeping cock and slowly eased the foreskin
back and forward in ever expanding strokes; milking the teen boys heavy
endowment like a cow's udder.

"Ooooooooh.....aaaaaaah...mmmmmm...", moaned the boy as the mans hand
slowly jacked his throbbing leaking meat.

Matt's panting, jerking body, slick with sweat, shuddered on the verge
of orgasm as the man clutched and manipulated the boys full roiling
balls.

"Aaaaaaahhhhh....mmmmm....oooooh...sirrr...noooo.....unnnngh.."

With remarkable knowledge in his hands, the old priest played Matt's
teen body like a fine instrument, causing it to teeter crazily on the
edge of ultimate pleasure.

"Please, Sir....let me come....uuunnnghhh", begged the lust crazed boy.

"God will not be hurried", intoned the priest as he continued to work
the thick candle deeper into the lad's hot bowels.

The drooling honey from the boy's thick stiff cock served as an
excellent lubricant allowing the priests grasping hand to slide slickly
back and forwards along the throbbing convulsing length of the teen's
meat.

"Aaaaah.....please...noooo...arrgh....uunnnghhh", moaned Matt, as the
overwhelming waves of pleasure burst from his cock and anus.

The old perverted priest set to with an abandon and worked the candle
with renewed vigour, causing the boy to moan loudly with pain and
pleasure.

Years of experience with young choir boys taught the old man how to keep
a lad on the edge for hours though his lust for the lad would brook no
patience.


With a hard final push, he shoved the candle as far as it would go into
the lad and, leaving the candle in place, he grabbed the young teens
balls and squeezed and manipulated them roughly with one hand whilst
continuing to jack the lad off.

Matt moaned loudly as the candle punished his fuck nut and his balls were
squeezed and pulled.  He became delirious with the painful pleasure.

"Aaaaaarrggghhh....please.....no...more......uuurrrghhh!, gurgled the lad,
his sexual organs punished beyond endurance.

The priest grunted in his ear, "Come on lad, spurt your thick creamy
cock juice in thanksgiving to the Lord.  Let your big fat heavy balls
release their thick heavenly sauce as payment for God's blessing."

"Unnnnnnngggggghhhhh.....Aaaarrrggggggh....nooooooooooooo"

Matt could hold out no longer.  His body jerked and convulsed as 7 hot
jets of teen cum spurted from this swollen throbbing piss slit to hit
against the priests desk and drench the mans jacking hand.

"Oh yes, my boy- shoot that teen load- that's right...pay your dues to
God.", moaned the man.

The priest whipped the candle out of Matt's anus and covered it with the
boys cum and then rammed it back in one smooth forceful motion.

The boy screamed as the priest forced the thick candle up into this
bowels once more and renewed the onslaught of his prostate gland.

Bryce continued to jack the kid off whilst plunging candle in and out
with meaning.

"Uuuuugggh..god....please...nomore....aaarggghhhh", moaned Matt, as the
torrent of cum started to subside.

"It's not finished yet my boy", said Bryce.  I must make sure every
crevice of your body has been scourged of the taint." As an expert in
playing with young male bodies, he knew that they had an amazing capacity
to keep cumming and Bryce was an expert in torturing a young lad to dry
cum over and over again....

While Matt's jerking body was being absolved by the priest, the choking
gurgling sounds of a young lad emanated from Coach Peterson's office in
the otherwise deserted school corridor....

To be continued.....

Please let me know what you think of this story and what you would like
to see happen to Matt.
Thanks for reading this and keeping me going with your encouragement.


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